— a girl is a haunted house, tathève simonyan
[text ID: I was born from a mother, like you, / Wearing nothing but the pride of innocence, / Wrapped in my blissful indifference, / But I couldn’t scream like you / And I couldn’t cry like you / And I couldn’t smile like you. / I grew up enchained to these walls, like you, / Filled with nothing but a promise of excellence / (What a merciless fraudulence!) / But I couldn’t walk like you / And I couldn’t talk like you / And I couldn’t keep the child in me alive like you. / Your existence in this world seems so effortless, / Yet I struggle to lure each breath in. / And at night, when this itch of my skin / Softly whispers that I’ll never win / Even trying alone seems so meaningless.]
— Edna St. Vincent Millay, Spring
this is me all day
Suspend, Nancy Kuhl
//ok im running back to comms now
𝗗𝘂𝗻𝗲 𝗣𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝗧𝘄𝗼 (𝟤𝟢𝟤𝟦)𝗱𝗶𝗿. 𝗗𝗲𝗻𝗶𝘀 𝗩𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗻𝗲𝘂𝘃𝗲
𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘉𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘈𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘢 𝘣𝘺 𝘈𝘯𝘯𝘦-𝘓𝘰𝘶𝘪𝘴 𝘎𝘪𝘳𝘰𝘥𝘦𝘵 𝘥𝘦 𝘙𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘴𝘺-𝘛𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘴𝘰𝘯(𝟣𝟪𝟢𝟪)
Fyodor Dostoyevsky // Alanis Morissette
My swelling heart involuntarily pours itself out
كيف يمكن للإيمان أن ينمو في مكان ذبل فيه أصله ؟
How can faith grow in a place where its origin has wilted? As I grow older, I have come to understand the importance of feeling connected. The intention to self-reflect of one’s spiritual development. To pause for appreciation of Allah’s ﷻ creation. We live in a world where the reminders of Allah are slowly ceasing; The trees are now replaced with skyscrapers. The sky and the natural lights, are replaced with lamp posts and bulbs. The hymn of a bird’s song and wind can no longer be heard outside of the horns and engines.
How can faith grow in a place where its origin has wilted?
In case you lost it - a link to the eSIM donation guide. Even if you feel sick and powerless, you can at least do this. And even if you really, really can't donate, you can always at least share this and remind others.
https://gazaesims.com/esim-purchase-tutorial/