It is beyond scope of my knowledge how hope was somehow attached to a being who had been slammed with grief.
Perhaps, grief wasn’t a terrified creature like I used to imagine. Or this particular being might have had a thick layer of shield, formed by a layer of grief experience.
Why does it seem the grief profoundly adores you? I wish it were a pity that appeared in seeing your whole bereavement experience. Unfortunately, it was envy.
How I envy you to smile while your eyes finally close, grief was no longer knocking on your door even when your home was a cloud of dust, wrecked by those group of malignant whom I refuse to call human or animal.
The absence of your soul from your body was the scenery that regained my belief in a place where they said people are gathered for justice. When international law is even too timorous to undertake its essence. What is it that they are terrified?
The whole sum of your joy supposedly dissipates, yet your hands were too busy for it has created blissfulness for others and even a stray cat who is unworthy to live according to the utilitarianism moral.
Perhaps, humanity is a universal language that creates a distinct difference between you and those malignant. How is it possible to lose a person whom you call “Ruh al-ruh”. The day you lose your soul and yet still able to stand and spread a rage of kindness.
Oh the Almighty who has the life of all the living creatures, The One who owns, creates, and gives love, The One who sees each struggle and conflict within themselves, The One who owns tragedy and its antidote, give us the privilege to feel hope rippling out into the wider world.
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