When the olive tree still stretches its arms to the sky despite being scorched a thousand times. When its soil has memorized the names of martyrs better than the world ever will. When children recite what the world forgot— that to be...
Not every prayer is a verse spoken aloud with steady hands. Some come through a single inhale held long enough to keep you from breaking. Some are the...
It didn’t disappear. It just went quiet so I could listen better. Once, it spoke in absolutes— structured, certain, memorized. Now, it whispers between my questions, more...
I don’t want to optimize everything. I don’t want to automate what makes me feel. I want to burn my fingers on things that matter. Say...
We crave ease. Predictability. Stability. But ease doesn't forge character; it breeds complacency. Friction refines. Turbulence reveals strength. The fiercest fire shapes the finest steel. Don&...