The Weight of the Years
I was sitting in the waiting room at the dentist this morning, watching an old man across from me. He was just staring at his hands, turning them over slowly, tracing the lines in his palms as if he were reading a map of a place he hadn't visited…
The Weight of a Gaze
There is a quiet dignity in being seen, not for what we do or where we stand, but for the simple truth of our existence. We often move through the world with a hurried mind, categorizing the living as if they were mere scenery passing by a…
Give to Live, by Zahraa Al HassaniJoy in Giving
How delicate and beautifully those two hands open? It is more like a message telling us that when we open our hearts and give with open arms, we will feel joy in abundance. Giving isn't about receiving. It is about how far are we willing to…