"May you find someone who speaks your language so you don’t have to spend a lifetime translating your soul."
I think this is deeper than how it seems to be. Like, may you find someone who reads between the lines of your words, someone who reads those unspoken thoughts that lingers behind through your eyes, someone who understands you well without explaining too much. And I think it's rare and beautiful to find someone like that.
“To truly and fully understand me, you must not only hear the words I say, but the words I don’t say, and may never ever be able to say, ever.”
(Those are not my words, they are the words I read years ago when I was a child, and I cannot now remember who wrote them or why or where. But they are not mine. The point of that is that, I am not the only one in the world who thinks, believes and says that, and that those are assertions about an objective reality and truth, separate, apart, above and outside my personal and subjective prejudices, hang ups, insecurities and neuroses. Because sometimes our feelings are not facts and realities, they are just our feelings.)
I used to be bored with life, I often notice more details and I always wonder about every little things, the movements of the leaves, how oxymoron it is to feel the soil as soft and yet so rough, the river that endlessly flows, where it came from and to where shall it end, the clear blue sky that spreads like a canopy, the clouds that changes it shapes as the wind blows, the stars with different hues and sizes and the moon with its calming beam of light. I can’t wait to reach adulthood and have more things to discover, I thought my boredom will go away and it kept me going, “tomorrow will be better, tomorrow I shall grow” I kept reassuring my self. I kept on walking forward only to look back and found that adulthood killed the enthusiasm within me and left me plain and dead in the inside. But things never ends there, I was introduced to a way of life, I relearned my purpose thus, I continued living alhmdulillah. My little things these days are different, it is knowing that my mom is fine, my other half is there with me and my family are thriving and well. Tho I still find the leaves pretty and the clear blue sky and sea calming, the moon still leaves me at awe but things are little different, I am looking at those with different and wider perspectives, I’ve grown broken with lots of patches from old wounds yet I can say— I’ve grown well despite everything alhmdulillah and I’m looking forward to grow more bi ithnillāh.
I woke up from a dream late in the afternoon and I was sobbing. I was in a deep emotional state and my memories of that dream vanished the time I opened my eyes but the feeling of sadness and longing still lingers.
!! DONT SKIP !! donations urgently needed
They are only at €5,561 out of €50,000 goal
I was contacted by Nader to draw pictures for and help spread his brother Abdulsalam Al-Anqar’s fundraiser to save their family. Nader is a 17 year old boy who lives in Gaza with his family: parents Ahmed (54) and mother Iman (49), brothers Abdulsalam (26), Mohammed (14), and Omar (21) and Abdulsalam’s wife and their one year old daughter Iman. Imagine it was your sibling, your friend, your son, who should be in school or with his friends, who instead has to hide from bombs and ask for help online to save his family. His family have suffered through one year of genocide. All of you are their hope to get to safety.
This fundraiser is vetted by @gazavetters, number four on the spreadsheet here
Abdulsalams daughter Iman is only one year old and has lived most her life in a war zone. She is suffering from malnutrition. It’s every fathers worst nightmare to see their child starve and not be able to feed her. Please help him feed his daughter and get her to safety. No child should grow up hearing the sound of bombs. Every child has the right to food and safety. You can help give Iman the childhood she should have, where she can sleep in a safe bed at night with a full stomach.
Their father Ahmed has cancer and needs surgery and medication. It is not possible to get the treatment he needs in Gaza. every day his illness is left untreated, the cancer will continue to spread through his body, so he very urgently needs money for treatment and travel. If you help them get to their goal, you are saving their fathers life. Don’t let this family who have already lost so much lose their father, husband, and grandfather
Nader has showed me pictures of this explosion close to them, thankfully they were able to get away. Every day they stay in Gaza their lives are at risk from israeli bombs. Every day and hour counts. I know there are compassionate and kind people who are willing to help. every euro helps, YOUR donation will bring them one moment closer to safety. With love and hope I’m asking you to give what you can, I believe in the kind people of the world and I beg you to not let them die. If you can’t donate, please share so it may reach people who can.
Never forget that palestinians are not numbers on a list of deaths. Please think of each of them, think of their names and faces and know that you can help them. I think of them every day. I think of the hopes and dreams they should achieve, I think of their education, their future, and the love they show when they work hard every day to get help. You may feel powerless to stop this genocide, but you have the power to save Abdulsalam and his family.
I dream that the day will come soon where they may use their days to rest and recover from what they’ve been through, where they can share a meal and laugh and the children will play, instead of having to use their time to beg the world to listen and help them. We can make this possible.
50 000 euros is a lot of money for one person to give, but for all of us together, it can be done. Please don’t look away.
(drawing above by @neechees)
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And my misery hides within the corner of my soul, it comes back on random moments and it can't be helped. I used to stare blankly into the abyss, living with melancholy for decades and been dancing with its rythm... a very familiar hymn that only sad old souls recognizes.
I appreciate that people love one's work of art, words and photographs but it is indeed a basic etiquette to give credits to someone before reposting it somewhere else. Nor credits or consent was there, I found out that this words are being shared in pinterest and as someone who casually writes, my work of art are indeed one's treasure. Please have some basic etiquettes in social media.
Writing should not be forced, it comes naturally. There's this urge to write at some point of time where your thoughts are overflowing and your heart is racing whilst excitement envelopes your eyes, as how something deep within you was awakened by an unknown trigger, your hands are uncontrollably scribbling on pieces of papers as you lose your self into thousands of words you wish to convey yet your hand does not coincide. Until the words withers away into the unknown while you're trying to grasp every pieces yet—you can not. Locked upon somewhere within you.
Maybe on some other days, you would be able to write a book from thousands of memories you've had, thousands of lives you've witnessed and thousands of unspoken poetries you've kept.
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