As I sat down at Shelbies with my family, waiting for my Shawarma Poutine with Halloumi Cheese to arrive, I gazed at the clear blue skies with a knot in the pits of my stomach. It was a perfect afternoon. Yet it wasn’t.
For a second I imagined what it would feel like if missiles suddenly shot through the clear blue skies I was peacefully gazing at.
My little blessing felt like a curse. The heaviness in my heart and soul increased.This soul-gripping, nay soul-crushing grief that many of us have been carrying around since the aftermath of the continued Genocide in G @za has become crippling. Debilitating. It’s as if we’re walking around, carrying a 100 tonnes iron weight with ourselves, dragging our bodies through the mundane tasks of everyday monotony. Knowing full well that somewhere in the world, our people crave this very “monotony”.
To Live in a world where the monotony of mundane tasks has become a luxury, is devastating.
Needless to say, We’re all traumatized. Rightfully so! To see the pain of other human beings, their raw moments, to see a thousand such images in HD, to watch the videos in HD, we’re continuously living and dying with them. Our hearts beat as one!
To be an empath is a beautiful thing. Yet it is painful! We have to remember though if our grief is crippling us into inaction, the oppressors win!
This is why faith is such a beautiful thing! When your heart dies a little with every new image of death that you see, remember that the one you’re in pain for is now pain-free! They’ve been given wings of joy! They’re being welcomed by their Rabb e kareem now!Oh the joy & elation of that meeting!
بَلۡ أَحۡیَاۤءࣱ وَلَـٰكِن لَّا تَشۡعُرُونَ
…in fact they’re Alive! But you donot perceive it”
The ones they’ve left behind, though mourning ,will be granted sabr, by the same kareem Lord.
So if our grief is crippling us, remember that the oppressors continue due to the inaction of good people.Let your grief invigorate you! Let it become the power under your wings! Let it become the fire of your spirit! Let it become the angst in your voice! Let it become the power that speaks in the face of all evil.
For once, let your grief make you reckless in front of your oppressor! Pray, Speak, Rise!