To my dear displaced, I hope warmth are embrace you ever so slightly, comforting for where you lost to. Your courage in darkness are shine for the people behind, your bravery in foreign place is what I respect with my whole existence. I would fight for what you lost with my whole lifetime, to get you back where you belong without a fear of getting destroyed ever again.
To my dear fighter, the strangers iron and armor for our even if if it is by force, the flame burning from your step lit up the darkness to encourage the people behind, your strength is all I must respect and remind with my whole chest. I would along your side until all of your honor is carved all around the world, until your home is free and owned by whom it belongs.
Dear...
Sent with Love
February 27, 2024
Dear...
Sent with Love
February 27, 2024
To my dear survivors, the light would shine upon you, a rainbow would paint the gray sky variance. Your scar will glow with respect, your bravery. The breeze will sooth your burn, your pain won’t be forgotten as long as I am still alive. I would fight for your life to shine. I would fight for the light to spread around your existence until I die.
I, as a human just like you, would not stop fighting for what you own. When the would doused its light I would burn myself for you, for the change that I crave since exist, for humanity that imprint under my bone since I begin.
I would not stop fighting until your people and home are free, I would not stop fighting until you rest well in your home, I would not stop fighting until you could return back to your land, I would not stop fighting until your honor spreads all around the world, I would not stop fighting until light shines upon your sky.
From The River To The Sea, Palestine Will Be Free
To my morning glories from another garden,
I have spent months spewing words, like a fountain, and yet, like catching the glimpse of a beautiful sunset, I feel speechless. Words are all I own, and thus, words are what I owe you.
There are days when phantom grief strikes me and I wonder, do you have anyone by your side? In the perpetual grief, far more corporeal than mine, who is it that holds you?
I wish I could.
If you wished it, I would hold you. I am, If you can believe it. I hold you tenderly in my thoughts, wishing you receive my warmth like a delivery of surprise.
Now please think. What can unfailingly make you smile? Have you got it? Now think of that for a while. Smile, because the world will be brighter for it. But then again you have already become the beacon of the lighthouse.
Dear...
I shall not ask anything of you, just be here. Stay. The world is a cracked old mirror finally shattered, so here, let me treat your bleeding fists.
Ah my handwriting got away from me. Do you have moments lie that as well? Where you begin to write one form & end in another?
Suddenly I don’t want to end this letter. I have so much to tell you. For now I will take your leave with one wish.
I hope you see the sea soon.
Much love.
Dear...
Sent with Love
March 06, 2024
From the river to the sea
May one day you are able to visit me
From the river to the sea
One day you will enjoy the blue sky
Underneath the olive tree
From the river to the sea
One day you will wake up with glee
From the river to the sea
One day you no longer have to flee
From the river to the sea
Palestine liberation is not just a
Dream for you and me
From the river to the sea
Palestine WILL be free
