The Wild And Winding Road

Tomorrow is Eid, and my daughter Rajaa dreams only of being happy in a new dress, just like she used to before the war.

This is the fourth Eid we’ve spent without clothes or sweets for my children...

I’m not asking for much — I just want to surprise her today with a dress, shoes, and a small bag before the morning of Eid.

If anyone can help, even with a little, please don’t delay her joy.

Time is critical: before Eid morning.

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And the soul is weary, the hearts are heavy...

Our children sleep on the eve of Eid, their minds now convinced that Eid is not meant for them .

That their joy and the noise that once made Eid feel like Eid have left the borders of their city...

And a painting is just chemicals on a canvas.

Music is vibrations through the air.

Your condescending snark is also a chemical reaction in your brain (as are all human thoughts and feelings).

of matter doesn’t make it

any less profound.

again more simply put, i would rather have my dead loved one continue using drugs in a safe manner and stay alive, than die the way they did because the stigma around substance use is not only dangerous, but lethal.