We're all born with the greatest treasures we'll ever have on life.
Yours is your mind,another Is your heart. And the indispensable tools of this we treasures Are time and health. How can you use the gifts of Allah to help yourself and humanity is ultimately how You honour Him. I have tried to use my mind and heart to keep our people linked to history, so we do not become amnesiac creatures living arbitrarily at the whine of injustice.

We don't like to see our own leave. This is hard on the hearts of your kin. But you have honored the gifts of Allah with diligence and hardwork,and all of us know that we should help you now to complete your journey not to stifle Allah's gift.

Huda learned to love what she had and to take what sweetness she could from life,her memories as pillars of strength. The refugee camp was good enough. She found solace in the bonds she forged by the strings of her own heart. With faith and prayer,she could manufacture serenity even after soldiers ransacked her house in their endless search for "terrorists." As long as she could return to the arms of love at the end of each day,that was all that mattered to her.

I think of those years with nostalfua. It is true we had no heat to warm our nights or weekly bathing water,but we had much of the stuff that warmed our souls. We were friends,who doubled as mothers,sisters,teachers,providers and sometimes as blankets. We share everything from clothes to heartaches. We laughed together and carved out names in the ancient stones of Jerusalem.

Our bond was Palestine. It was a language we dismantled to construct a home.

Noatter what facade I bought,I forever belonged to that Palestinian nation of the banished to no place,no man,no honour. My arabness and Palestine's primal cries were my anchors to the world. And I found myself searching books of history for accounts tha matched the stories Haj Salem told.

In that refugee camp,which Israel would label a "breeding ground of terrorists" and a "festering den of terror." I bore witness to a love that dwarfed immensity itself. They took nothing for granted. Theirs was a raw intimacy unabashed, the kind of love which Fatima had spoken of,that love naked into itself toward infinity's reach,where the things of God live.

I love you eternally,what we have is made of forever.

From- Mornings in Jenin
  By- Susan AbdulHawa.