Did you know that the Angels dont have the virtue of reading the qur’an even though they wish to do that, but Allah have kept this virtue and gift only for us and jinn to read it, thats why anytime when we you start reciting the qur’an, the angels start listening to your recitation and coming closer to you, and that’s one of the things which Allah honors children of Adam over the angels.
This is why we fight when we’re against a superpower. This is why we resist even when we’re old and frail. This is why even when there are drones and fighter jets above our heads we still run out to grab our shot cousin from the street. This is why we report when missiles fly overhead. This is why we shout “my mother, my mother” when a mother is killed.
We’re dying anyway. We might get killed inside our homes or outside. We might get killed in the next operation or die from deprivation. We might end up in prison for whatever reason, or a lack of one, and end up not living a life. We’re dying no matter what we do, so we might as well die with dignity, die with purpose, and say that we have lived for something — for the population we desperately protect, for the Holy Land we refuse to see bastardized by Western foolishness, for the people we love and share our blood and souls with.
And for all that everything means to us, we mean nothing to anyone. But one day, they will see. The whole world will see who the Palestinians are. The world will hear the pride in our pain. You, with your privileged inaction, will never forget Palestine.
i saw these two girls while riding a gondola in venice. they were smoking and chatting on their windowsill, waving at passing boats. i thought they were incredibly lucky; i would love to share an apartment with my friend or sister in the most romantic, magical place in the world. it would be like living a dream.