Today my article

Half of the colors of life were buried in the grave with the mother, and the rest of the children were named after the people of Gaza.
I am living the rest of my life with bright colours, but then something like this happens, my heart can't bear it
I was not so weak that I kept crying
Have I forgotten to endure pain and trials?

Or humble and despicable in the Lord, my room is full of pain
There is nothing in me like a believer.
Neither the courage like Maryam, nor the trust like Hajrah, nor the gratitude like Fatima al-Zahra, nor the remembrance like Aisha Siddiqa, nor the thought like Zainab, nor the courage like Khula, nor the martyrdom like Samiyya.
No patience, no gratitude, no remembrance, no thought, no courage, no strength, just four prostrations, two supplications and many tears, accept me like this, dear Allah.
The helplessness of the people of Gaza, this sorrow and pain are not being seen by me.
He was Ibrahim (peace be upon him) on whom the fire cooled, but the fire of trials is burning me.
He was Yusuf (peace be upon him) whom you saved by opening the door. I am imprisoned in the cage of self
He was Ayyub (peace be upon him) who persevered, I cannot bear this pain.

Bind my heart with patience and cover it with gratitude
My courage and strength are all from you, so be enough
You are the Lord of great power, so grant victory to the people of Gaza and make them face victory.
No one is helping them, but their trust is in You; You alone are sufficient for them.
Make them successful.
Amen