#HopeForPalestine

[reemnj]

In the heart of occupied Palestine, the dreams of innocent women are torn away by the merciless hands of the Israeli occupation. These women—mothers, university students, daughters—each of them bound by their unwavering love for their homeland, their thirst for knowledge, and their yearning for freedom. Their only "crime" is daring to live with dignity in a world that seeks to deny them even that. But the occupation, in its fear of their unbreakable spirit, tries to shackle their bodies, believing that walls and chains can suppress their power. Yet, behind the cold iron bars, their courage remains fierce, their hope burning brighter than ever. The darkness of their cells cannot dim the light of resistance they carry within. These chains are temporary; the oppression will crumble. For the freedom that pulses in their hearts is inevitable, unstoppable—an eternal flame that no prison can ever extinguish.

[monochromemoirs]

#StopTheKillings

Today marks the end of the holy month of Ramadhan. Syawal is coming and I can hear the celebrations going on. Mothers are busy cooking a feast for tomorrow. Fathers are busy cleaning their houses. And the children are happily singing festive songs.

The children… I can’t help but think about the children that are in Palestine right now. Do they feast? Do they celebrate? Do they wear new clothes and visit relatives like we muslims do here? Or do they spend their eve of Syawal fearing for their lives, knowing that this could very well be their last?

Words are empty and none could describe what all of you, Palestinians, are feeling at this moment. Only He knows your pain. Eid mubarak, my brothers and sisters. Absolute peace and happiness will be waiting for you in His heaven.