In the name of Allah, the most Gracious, the most Merciful.
The small, magical things.
Like waking up to the sound of birds chirping outside, how they are up earlier than you. Just laying in bed for a few minutes before getting up, thinking about your dreams and your life. Thinking of that dream last night, how you wished it was true, and if it could ever come true. Smiling lazily at the strands of golden rays settling on your skin as they fought through the curtains hanging on your windows. These small things, they are so magical to you.
Like sitting on your bed, hugging your favourite pillow with a good novel in your hand. It doesn't matter whether it is raining outside, or shining bright. Both weathers are seemingly perfect to you. Take a sip of your favourite hot strawberry tea or caramel coffee and savor the warmth seeping through your skin. These small things, they are so magical to you.
Like lying on your stomach, staring into the screen, watching your favourite childhood movies. Or just looking at your baby pictures- realising how much your parents love you. These small things, they are so magical to you.
Like taking a stroll in the park- or along the beach, alone. Thinking of all the miracles in life, knowing that the path you are taking right now will lead you home. Secure and safe, as if you're in a cocoon. Passing by strangers who are beaming at you, watching little kids run- not having a care in the world, goofy smiles plastered on their flushed-red faces, knowing that you were once in their shoes. Wearing the same size, even. Basking in the sun, letting the soft wind hug you. These small things, they are so magical to you.
Like holding a delicate flower, letting your fingers brush the soft, velvet petals. Suddenly wishing you have a garden in your backyard, or even a small pot on your table. These small things, they are so magical to you.
Like having a camera in your hand, and your loved ones around you. The jokes and laughter you wish you can capture in a box, so that you can listen to them one day when time takes away what is ours. Keeping their smiles framed, reminding yourself how each touch felt like, how each hug kept you through. These small things, they are so magical to you.
Like being on your prayer mat, feeling as calm as an ocean. Having Him to listen to your cries, having Him to keep you strong and knowing that He will never let you down. Reading His love letters- none of it near empty promises, the sweet and soothing vowels of each letter that slips out of your lips. Feeling the warmth of His love hug you through, as if letting you know that it does not matter if you fall again, cause He will always catch you. As if telling you to leave it all to Him- and trust Him, because He planned it all perfectly for you. These small things, they are so magical to you.
And it is magical how you are here; safe, warm and loved. It is a miracle how you have rain pouring down instead of bullets. How you are feeling the heat from the sun, instead of fire caused by bombings. How you have a roof above your head, how you have a blanket to snuggle at night, how you have enough water to make coffee, how you can stroll in the park without any fear of being shot dead, how you can let your dad go to work without fearing if he will get killed and your sisters playing at the playground without being captured. It is a miracle how you can have pictures of your family having smiles stain their faces instead of blood, how you wake up to birds chirping and not bombs exploding.
You are blessed with these miracles, and so am I. Fa Alfa hamdan lillah.
May Allah keep us feeling grateful for all the magical things we have- and may He keep our brothers and sisters in Gaza strong. Allahumma ameen.
