#free Palestine#free Gaza

#free Palestine#free gaza

My heart is filled with rage and belonging. I have been asking myself since October 7th Where is my home?

Is it an imaginary boundary?

Is it a sacred spiritual place?

Is it the mosque that I pray in Ramadan?

Is it a place I feel belong to even if I haven’t visited it?

The world made us distinct, but I find myself relating to the cries of children whose parents were martyr

A mother who couldn’t feed her child

A brothers’ uniting in faith

Oh Gaza you might have made me lose my faith in the world, but you strengthen my faith in God

You stroke us with the endless loop that we call “life”

Defining the meaning of purpose

What is dignity if there is no liberty?

Am I free if I can’t pray in the mosque my ancestors have prayed in?

My heart weeps in tears because it will never find peace

Until Palestine is free

میری خاموشیوں میں لرزاں ہے میرے نالوں کی گم شدہ آواز merī ḳhāmoshiyoñ meñ larzāñ hai mere nāloñ kī gum-shuda āvāz

~Faiz Ahmad Faiz

I won't ever...

I don't regret you. I don't care how it ended. I don't care about your worst. I remember how it began and how happy it made me. I won't ever regret you.

May your name be written amongst those that Allah loves to meet.