It's honestly hard to find words to explain how I feel about what's going on in Syria, Palestine, Burma, Iraq, and all over the world..Despite my fasting, I find it difficult to eat or sleep because I'm reminded of those who are suffering in so many ways.
What is it that separates them from me and my loved ones? They may speak another language, they may look different than me, but they are human after all . They feel the same emotions that we so. They shed tears just like us. They have hopes and dreams just like we all do.
What separates us from them is the blessing of peace and opportunity we have In our homeland. The peace and opportunity we should utilize to raise awareness, donate, pray, and help.
Each one of us has our twin in these places. I want to be an artist...and I've been blessed with the opportunity to progress on this path of becoming one. But I know another 22 year old in Palestine or Syria wanted to be an artist too...but maybe for him, the only 'art' he can see are the murals of blood painted on crumbled stone walls... Deep in his heart rests his potential and longing, but still he prays and calls out for help.
These prayers and tears of mine are for the likes of him and all the other dreamers in Palestine, Syria, and other places where security, freedom, and tranquility have been stolen. How could I not be thankful to God for all he's given me? How could I not use the blessings I've been given to help others, knowing that every human is a dreamer?
Justice will prevail because our faith commands us to believe that God is most just. We pray that those suffering are relieved from their trials, but we also know that for those whose worldly justice hadn't come in time, their reward rests with their creator. InshaAllah.
All praise is due to God, the all knowing. The aware.