my heart goes out to you..

I saw a heart. A broken and scarred heart. I was staring at the heart, watching it as it wandered aimlessly through the broken roads of Palestine. Someplace somewhere, a bomb exploded, and thousands of people were scurrying, holding onto their lives as they scrambled everywhere for safety. Booom, another one exploded, and again, history repeats itself. A tear rolled down its cheek, an unexplainable feeling took over me. The heart limped, it staggered in grief, as if trying to find a more greater meaning to life, but found nothing. Walking closer and closer to the edge of the broken road, its head bent, its posture weakened, walking slower and slower, it dawned onto me how many hearts there are out there who suffer such grief, such harsh calamity.

As it continued its journey, it passed a toddler, who was dressed in rags which hardly covered his young skin from the blazing sun. He was weak and fragile, his eyes tinted with sadness. This innocent soul, brought to this earth as a product of love, so innocent, so pure, yet so hurt. How can anyone do such a thing to such a beauty. To see it cry, to see it suffer. Men, always thinking about themselves, always squabbling for pleasure, and always overwhelmed with lust. Leaders, always so bold with promises, always so timid with fulfilling those promises.

The heart stopped at the foot of the child, bent over, and kissed his forehead. Another tear rolled down its scarred face as it stroked the childs hair. A gesture so beautiful that no words can explain. Through all the hardship, the sacrifice, it could still let out heartfelt emotions, to share alittle bit more of the love it believes so little about.

Booom, another bomb explodes, and the child is left to scurry on its own, not knowing what to do, and where to go. He cried out for his mother, but no one answered. As he ran for safety, it was as though he was immune to such evil. To such manslaughter. Booom, another bomb exploded, bringing the little boy back to His Creator. Such a short life, and all he ever witnessed was death and crime.

I heard a wail, and looked over. The heart was broken, a tiny fragment chipped off, resembling another moment of sadness. Each fragment, one saga. As I stared into its eyes, I could see a glimpse of its past, once so innocent, so pure, filled with nothing but love and emotion, pumping with a beat so alive and vibrant. But now, just so empty and alone.

How much men can strip off the happiness of another.

Palestine, a place we shall fight for, a place where our hearts will join as one, a place where we will regain our pride and honour. All the ruthless acts that go on over there that no one in our comfort zone could have imagined, has to end.

To all those who have sacrificed everything, to all the souls who's happiness have been robbed away, to all those who have learnt nothing but hardship, and to all those who are suffering,

my HEART goes out to you..

May you be guaranteed all the sweetness of Heaven. Ameeen.