If there is anything I truly want now is to be at Beshara and meet the reality there. Or at least Palestine, and be the change I wana see.
Now and here, I am not only captivated by the dry empty rotten garlic. I am the dry empty rotten garlic. I smell so good, I am tasty. Yet I am just dry empty rotten garlic, as described by Rumi.
Allah help me, please.