This post is written accompanied with tears. I can't express my feelings with words now. This one single photo touched my heart.
This is a Palestinian little boy, crying. I don't know his story but I am sure these might be the reasons:
1. His loved ones were gone. Gone to see Allah without him.
2. He is injured. An innocent little boy who just know what is the meaning of pain.
3. He is scared. Scared because of the threats that is coming 24/7.
Even I don't know whether he is alive now. I am sad not just because of this photo but I am crying because of my happiness that I was enjoying without even remembering the suffering that my brothers and sisters in Palestine and Gaza are facing. YES. I had forgotten about them. YES. I don't even care about them.
Now, their fight are my fight too! It is never too late for me to remember them. It is never too late for me to give my du'a for them. YES. Du'a is my weapon that I am gonna assist them with.
Know what, my tears are their tears too. I might not be the suitable person to translate their feelings for you but I had tried, at least. My dear brothers and sisters in Malaysia, assist them with du'a. That is the least we can do. Even if we aren't there to support them, we are already here, supporting them with our might.
I regret and repent for what I had done. I am sorry. I am sorry. I am sorry. This is all I can do, my brothers and sisters.
|I am sorry for laughing here when you're crying there.|