#endlessstories

[neweresth]

I’ve read many stories. And I’ve lived many lives. And one day I’ve realised I’m actually living ‘my’ own story, ‘my own life’. I wonder. Was it (already) written? Sometimes it seemed like the end was near, but that wasn’t the case. From this time until the unknown time, it was an endless story. And it was always fun to watch, fun to observe, fun to think. And it was always surprising. And I like the story of my life.

[engineerfromgaza]

In just one week, I heard five stories of weddings that never came true.

A bride whose groom passed away the day before their wedding.

And a groom who struggled to prepare everything — a small room, borrowed clothes, a humble hall for a quiet gathering — only for death to reach his bride before their day could come.

In this city, grief snatches away even the tiniest moments of joy.

These tragedies leave scars on hearts, a lump in the throat, and a quiet rage.

Here, any joy — no matter whose it is — becomes a shared joy for us all.

We celebrate the happiness of strangers because we’re starved for joy, more than for bread or shelter.

Every delayed joy, every heavy heart, every rare smile… is a miracle in this place.

I am one of this city’s children.

And my story isn’t far from theirs.

I carry a postponed dream and I’m trying to begin again.

If you pass by, read, pray, and support.

[mezitch]

Moments with her! 👧🏻💖 #MashaAllah #EndlessStories (at Jeddah, Saudi Arabia)