Bebas

I guess, being young ladies, their lives in Irbid must have been very hard. The type of freedom I'm having here each second is what they could only dream for.

We were in the airport waiting for their flight when we decided to have a bit of a sharing. (10: 7-20)

Each one of them took turn to recite. And as much as my heart being moved by their recitation, I tried to hold back my tears. I wonder how was it, the type of tranquility they felt listening to the recitation of those imams at their nearby mosques. So far from being like them. The simplicity that they posses is what I'm searching for all these while.

You can feel it. Some people don't, but you can.

There are people who appear tough from the outside, they talk loud, they are admired by almost everyone n they knew it, some of them are good looking. But from the inside, they are empty, nothing, too light. Their souls could be shattered to pieces easier than glasses.

But there are also people who look as normal as anything from the outside. Smiling. But as you get near them, you can feel how strong they are. You could tell from their eyes of how much pain they could endure and yet being thankful for every second of their lives. You can see what they've gone through, how much they have changed.

Freedom is not of what you see on the outside, but of what you experience on the inside.

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We are now on our 22nd year walking on the face of this earth.
A sister died in Jordan on the 21st, a baby in its mother's womb didn't make it. Reminding us of what we have become, of where we're heading to, of which level our faith lies, of how, in what condition we are to face Him soon.

So much to learn, so much to change, so much to do.