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Language of feelings

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In the quiet depths of an unspoken anguish, there lies a pain that refuses to be contained by silence. It echoes through the chambers of the heart, a wordless lament that cannot be stilled. Yet, in that same silence, there exists a love that whispers softly, weaving its tender embrace through the fabric of our souls. The language of pain is a word that speaks directly to our innermost being, reaching out with a raw and unyielding honesty. It stands in parallel to the language of love, a sacred vow that binds us together in moments of both joy and … Continue reading Language of feelings

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Time …

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Time, where did you go? Why did you leave me here alone? Wait! Don’t go so fast. I’m missing the moments as they pass. Like a fleeting dream, you slip through my fingers, leaving me yearning for the past that lingers. Moments once held, now memories in flight, I reach out to grasp them, with all my might. The laughter, the tears, the love that we shared, now scattered like whispers, in the cool, night air. Oh, time, slow down, let me savor each day, before they all fade and slowly slip away. In the rush of life, I long … Continue reading Time …

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Bubbles

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A myriad of bubbles was floating on the surface of a stream, shimmering and dancing in the sunlight. “What are you?” I cried out to them as they drifted by, each one a tiny universe of its own. “I am a bubble, of course,” nearly all of them answered with surprise and indignation in their voices, as if my question was absurd. But amidst the chorus of individuality, here and there, a lonely bubble answered, “We are this stream,” and there was neither surprise nor indignation, but just a quiet certitude. In that simple response, I felt the wisdom of … Continue reading Bubbles

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Life mystery

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In the embrace of time’s relentless dance, all that I hold dear will fade, wither, and return to the earth. Every joy, every tender moment, every living thing born from my own flesh, will one day be consumed by the passage of time. The gardens and fields, the silent lilies that grace the woods, the ancient trees that stand as sentinels on the hills, and the very earth itself—all will eventually reclaim what they have given. Let the world heap its sorrows upon me, envelop me in the shroud of darkness without stars, so that I may come to understand … Continue reading Life mystery

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The truth that many don’t want to see; a daily struggle for everyone who fights for justice

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The advocacy for the Palestinian cause is a deeply challenging and often disheartening endeavor. The struggle to bring attention to the plight of the Palestinian people can feel like an exercise in futility, as if one is speaking into an empty void. Despite the overwhelming evidence of suffering, including videos, photographs, and firsthand testimonies, the status quo remains unchanged. Palestinians are forced to continually prove the severity of their circumstances, to document their misery and horror, in the hope of eliciting assistance and support from the international community. The burden placed on Palestinians to validate the gravity of their apocalyptic … Continue reading The truth that many don’t want to see; a daily struggle for everyone who fights for justice

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Sadness …

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Dear, the source of my sadness eludes precise definition, much like the elusive notes of an opera. The thought of life’s fragile and precarious nature, and my yearning to cradle myself in the embrace of the past, fills me with a profound melancholy. The inability to do anything but retreat to my solitary bed deepens my sorrow. The list of sorrows stretches into eternity: strangers I’ll never know or touch, fields I’ll never lie in, stars I’ll never witness ablaze, memories I’ll never reclaim. The realization that those I cherish will continue to slip through my grasp like sand through … Continue reading Sadness …

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At 3:13 am

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At 3:13 am on that fateful December night, love came to me in all its glory and splendor. It was a love that knew no bounds, a love that defied all logic and reason. I loved bluntly, with a passion that burned like a wildfire, consuming everything in its path. For me, love was not just a feeling, but a physical sensation, a union of the vertebrae and the conjunction of the knees. It was saucy and beautiful, an overdose of courage that allowed me to love without judgment, without rules or restrictions. I loved the looks, the moonlight, the … Continue reading At 3:13 am

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Our very essence

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From the moment we emerge from the cocoon of the womb, our bodies begin their slow dance of disintegration, a delicate unraveling of molecules and bonds. It’s a process we hardly notice, as growth and decay intertwine in a delicate equilibrium. In the realm of chemistry, it is known as entropy, a constant disorganization of our very essence. And yet, amidst this unraveling, we continue to expand and thrive, a delicate balance upheld. In the language of biology, it’s called homeostasis, and in the world of physics, it’s equilibrium. But to us, it’s simply life—being alive, being built up and … Continue reading Our very essence

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I wish you …

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where the crackling of a cozy fire fills the air, casting a warm glow that banishes the chill of the night. But above all, when the world is blanketed in a soft embrace of snowflakes, I wish for you something more profound, more enduring—I wish you love. Love that wraps around you like a soft, comforting blanket, shielding you from the harshness of the world. Love that dance in the flickering flames, casting a gentle radiance that warms the soul. Love that weave through the hushed whispers of the falling snow, a timeless melody that speaks of tenderness and compassion. … Continue reading I wish you …

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The voices of the excluded

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Do you know what haunts me, what lingers in the shadows of my mind, and what I long to share with you? It is not the cold, impersonal statistics that weigh heavy on my heart, but the intangible echoes of human emotion that have passed through here. The sighs of vulnerability, the quiet whispers of fear, and the silent pleas for solace, they were in the thousands among the one hundred thousand. Each one a soul, a story, a life caught in a moment of profound vulnerability. I am haunted by the tears that have fallen, their unspoken sorrows and … Continue reading The voices of the excluded