Day 5 of ramadan
It's easier to sit outside on my lunch breakAnd it's harder to eat in the mornings
It's all very new, and confusing
It helps to have people that know what you are going through
Because I imagine it'll be worse to not have anyone that care
Day 5 of ramadan
I look at videos of dead children on my phone,
Devotees of Allah, killed and martyred, covered in the dust of their holy land
Photos of a blood soaked Quran found in the rubble of a family home
A video of an elderly woman crying as she washes GRASS to eat for her Sahoor
The breakfast before sunrise
A child was killed as a parachute deploying aid didn't open, and a bag of life saving wheat flour fell on his head
Day 5 of ramadan
It's been hard
But no amount of my suffering will compare to those who really suffer
And I don't know if my self inflicted protest will actually liberate me, or is simply just constraining me..
I have people counting down the minutes with me
Supporting me
Sharing tips with me
Telling me that God is great
Allahu Akbar
Telling me that God is great
On instagram, a poem I wrote and recited about palestine yesterday, racked up 600 views almost instantly.
So many likes and comments, but still, more bombs dropped in Rafah overnight.
In my fundraiser, for Palestinian Children's Relief fund, it says that there are 61 dollars donated by my friends,
But still,
And still,
More bombs dropped in rafah over night
Day 5 of ramadan
Looking for signs of good in the world
And they are everywhere
There are smiles on their faces
They share their last scraps of food with their neighbour
They love, they grieve, and those of them that are lucky to do so, breath.
And me?
when I break my fast at Iftar, I order exotic black bean beef noodles with specific instructions on how I like the noodles cooked
And i reflect
Our confusion has been a luxury of the abundant
And to find the death of children a nuanced political discussion, has been previlege of the beneficiaries of colonialism
Tossing all my coins into an empty well
These thoughts bounce around in my head all day
At work, the sun is hot
But wanting to see a better world seems cooler
And suddenly i feel light headed
Suddenly I want to sit down
And suddenly, I want to pray
And I do so, just because.
Fortunately or unfortunately,
I'm not numb at all
I feel it all
And I hope my efforts be true,
And Inshallah I hope good things come your way
Baby Sparky
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