Sophia's Blabs

there must be young children in gaza. children with their toys, children who can't fall asleep due to the sounds of bombs, children who just learned to crawl and might get killed before they learn how to walk.

there must be mothers in gaza. mothers who weep when feeding their children, mothers with no words to voice their despair, mothers who try to be brave and reassure their kids that everything will be fine - if not in this world, then in the next.

there must be couples in gaza who love each other and wished to grow old together. there must be moments when they hold hands, unable to utter a single word for the sounds of terror all around them.

there must be teenagers in gaza - bookworms, introverts, extroverts, teenagers with big dreams and bigger fears.

there must be elderly people in gaza, just like my parents. they must be dear to their children just like mine are to me.

there must be grandchildren in gaza. there must be beloved aunts and uncles and cousins in gaza, just like mine.

ya Rabb.

to You we complain of our lack of strength, our lack of resources, and our insignificance among the nations of the world.

to You we beg for help for Your might and power is above all.

"Insanity is doing the same thing over and over again, and expecting different results."

I want to change my life.

I am guilty of not taking the time to celebrate the good days of my life because I am so focused on what I haven’t achieved yet.