Category: Palestine, Helping Mohammed and his Family
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The Living
Another bomb.Dust hanging in the air.Names becoming prayers. Then the brooms, shovels- bare hands. Men sweeping destruction into piles.Someone lifting fallen fruit back into a crate.A chair turned upright.Resilience clutched. The killed carried away.The wounded gathered close. Hearts holding infliction…
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The Crescent and the Ashes
For the first time in more than a century,Ramadan and Lent share the same reflective time.A rare alignment. A shared sky. On a rural road near my home, an oratory marks a symbolic threshold. These days, the air carries tension.Borders…
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A River of Gratitude
I saw a woman outside my hospital window, her head bent and her hands held in prayer. She was crying. My heart filled with compassion for her. I raised my hand toward her and prayed with her, hoping that whatever…
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The River – Steady and Full
The rain has been relentless. The river by our home — dry for so long under the power of drought — is now fully flowing. As I stand there, it rushes past, carrying leaves, twigs, and pieces of my thoughts…
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A Library is a Hospital for the Mind
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Olive Harvest in a Faraway Land
An old miniature painting surfaced today—a woman kneeling beside an olive tree—and the image immediately evoked Gaza, especially now, in the season when olives should be gathered with eagerness and reassurance of livelihood. The scene carried grief of knowing how…