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I learnt from the flowers …

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I wasn’t always a woman, I wasn’t always this soft; I had to learn from the flowers after the storm, how to be, and how to survive them, both. I am the bloom that rises from the wreckage, the petal that unfurls in the aftermath of chaos. I am the alchemy of strength and vulnerability, the resilience that emerges from the tempest, softened by the gentle touch of grace. I learned from the flowers, those delicate warriors who bow to the fury of the storm and rise again, adorned with the shimmering pearls of rain. I learned to weather the … Continue reading I learnt from the flowers …

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Sometimes we need this to bear our raw reality …

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To romanticize the world is to peel back the layers of reality and reveal the enchantment that lies beneath. It is to awaken the soul to the magic, mystery, and wonder that dance through the fabric of existence. It is to educate the senses to see the ordinary as extraordinary, the familiar as strange, the mundane as sacred, and the finite as infinite. In the romanticized world, every dewdrop on a petal is a glistening gem, every rustling leaf a whispered secret, and every sunset a masterpiece painted by the hand of divinity. It is a world where the scent … Continue reading Sometimes we need this to bear our raw reality …

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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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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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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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Peace & Love

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In the shattered echoes of the world’s conscience, I never thought I’d witness the day when the sanctity of life would be so callously disregarded. A day where the hallowed halls of hospitals, the fragile sanctuaries of refugee camps, and the sacred spaces of worship would be violated by the horrors of war. I never thought I’d witness the day where the innocent, the most vulnerable, are left to perish in the crucible of conflict, where the perpetrators of such atrocities cloak themselves in the guise of righteousness. I stand witness to the unfathomable, where the cries of babies in … Continue reading Peace & Love

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The meaning of our existence

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Perhaps the essence of our existence lies not in the act of dying, but in the contemplation of how to depart, how to bid farewell to a life that feels fragmented, incomplete. How do we relinquish our presence when we have never truly inhabited our own lives? How do we depart when we have never learned to linger, to truly be? Our identity is a delicate web of perceptions woven from the memories we cling to, a patchwork of experiences and emotions that ebb and flow at the whim of circumstance. We define ourselves by what we hold dear, what … Continue reading The meaning of our existence

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Hourglass …

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In this place, there lingers the scent of countless empty years, a musty fragrance that clings to the air like a ghostly remnant of time’s passage. Each page, weathered and worn, tells a story of days long gone, their sepia tones a testament to the relentless march of time. Dust dances in the stillness, stirred only by the breath of half-hearted readers, their presence a mere echo of the past. Here, time seems to stand still, suspended in a realm where the boundaries between past, present, and future blur into a hazy continuum. The half-dead readers, lost in the labyrinth … Continue reading Hourglass …