If you’re reading this and going through any type of sadness, grief, chronic illness, mental health or any type of hardship, I pray that God increases you in patience and blesses with so much more goodness and contentment beyond your comprehension.
"O you who has wasted the years of his life, there is nothing that will amend those lost and wasted years except for the night of Al-Qadr, for verily its value is equivalent to that of a lifetime."
The beauty of nature
is that it protests too.
It knows when something is amiss.
Olive trees:
As precious as heritage itself.
Gifted from generation to generation,
their roots reach deeper into the soil
as the years pass.
When the wind travels through the branches,
I hear whispers of their stories;
what they have seen,
what they keep buried.
Sabar:
The Palestinian cactus.
Born from survival,
it defies the elements by bearing fruit.
Nature's diaspora,
it lives wherever it is planted.
It honours its name, patience in Arabic,
by existing when ordered not to.
Its thorny arms were flattened,
trying to protect villages
that are there but also not.
You can still see the cacti's corpses
lining the hardened ground
if you visit their battlefield.
Za'atar:
You cannot contain its wildness.
It traces its resilient origins
down the contours of the mountains,
yet its comfort is remedial.
I smell it and smell hope.
Handala:
No matter how violently
the Handala plant is cut,
it grows back with a vengeance.
It will always grow back.
It knows of nothing else.
🇵🇸 A Palestinian living outside of Gaza bids farewell to his children on a video call. Tragically, the children were killed by an Israeli airstrike last night, with one of them born and killed during the aggression.