It gnaws at my throat, gripping, grabbing, ripping and clenching.
Tightening my wind pipes, squeezing my breath, I look round hoping it won’t come to collect.
Collecting my hopes, my dreams, my love for you; it never left, it’s residue lingering on the fringes of my faith, I cry in anxiety, calling out to God. Free me, hold me, keep me close, don’t let him take me and don’t let him collect.
The dark place.
That place where the soul lingers, gasping for light, seeking its might.

Don’t let it collect; remaining fragments of love, hope and years of ache, the small pieces of glass, broken, some mended, always cracked.
Don’t collect.
Fear, how real a transformation of the abstract.


يا فلسطين الحبيبة لم ﺍﻧﺴﺎﻙ

“Israeli citizens cannot live with the threat from rockets and from death tunnels – death from above and from below,” Netanyahu said in a speech”

REALLY? Do these “threats” come from children? The death toll of the Palestinians is above 1,040.
How are they being permitted to murder children in cold blood; والله in this world we give animals more rights and importance then we do our fellow humans.
We are allowing the LIVES of humans to be toyed with like this; it IS mass murder, an open air hunting ground for the predators. Atleast animals Only kill for food.
سبحان الله
where is the sense in people – does the world not see the reality,
has دخان blinded them, how do they feed into this illusion that Israel is the victim, that “Hamas” are the real threat; how are people blind to statistics and the facts that are being plastered world wide?

Is it because they are Palestinian lives and not Israeli, American or European?

إِنَّا لِلّهِ وَإِنَّـا إِلَيْهِ رَاجِعون

Surely to الله we belong and to Him is our return. May the heavens be filled with the laughter of the Palestinian children and all those martyred due to the selfish, greedy and satanic minded belief of oppressors.

يالله forgive us and preserve your Beloveds ummatis and allow us to do what we can and unite for the sake of you, for the sake of humanity ameen.

O فالسطين maybe our hearts would burst forth from our breasts if we were to ever witness your true agony. Forgive us and stay courageous and patient as you are, for I believe and know that my Lord, الله never burdens a soul with more than it can bear and your souls are precious to the Almighty and you WILL be free one day انشاءالله .

يا فلسطين الحبيبة لم ﺍﻧﺴﺎﻙ

O my beloved فلسطين; I have not forgotten. ❤


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