speechless. wishing all your loved ones stay much much longer...
In some odd way, this hits painfully close to home. What am I supposed to say? I am aligning with Maya on this -Strength is a weird thing, sometimes it arises out of utter exhaustion (and despair). Sometimes we don't live for life, but exist so others can live, a sacrifice of sorts. Doing so, we confront our own limitations. That is a scary spot to be in - and also liberating once we found the eye of the needle ... and managed to slip through. Be well Mirvat.
I don't wish to assume I know how you feel even with the year I've had, or even assume I know the situation, all I can offer is some prayer. Inshallah you get your wish.
If words make you feel better, I second all the above comments and hope that all is well and this post is about something dug up from your memory and not a current situation.Love.
I love this poem... very beautiful...lovely work Mirvat....
Mirvat, hope all is ok... and hope to see you again in NYC soon... Fz
as zee said, strength comes from..?who knows how it comes..i never did think about what strength was until my wife described to me the strength that hits the moments after giving birth. the sheer exhaustion, mental, emotional and physical, that she as an expectant mother lives through for weeks before giving, followed by the unrelenting massive pain and pressure inflicted by the labor and the delivery, is automatically replaced, and suddenly, by a rush of energy, tranquility, love and beneficience. (i'm not being persumptive as a male about giving birth; this is how she relates it.)so strength comes from the same source as life. strength is life. it comes from elsewhere.we all wish you much patience and love and life and understanding.
thank you all so muchfz, we sure have to. i'm in nyc till april. i'll get in touch soon :)gitanes hayete, sorry i missed you. i'll call you soon :)
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