Today my article post

Half of the colors of life were buried in the grave with the mother, the remaining children, half of the colors were then given to the people of Gaza, the heart has been bleeding for a year.
I am living with the remaining colors, but then something happens, my heart is shocked.
I was not so weak that I kept crying.
Have I forgotten to endure pain and trials?

Oh my God, I am helpless and despicable. My room is full of pain.
There is nothing in me like a believer.
Neither the courage of Maryam (peace be upon her), nor the trust of Hajar (peace be upon her), nor the gratitude of Fatimah (peace be upon her), nor the remembrance of Aisha (peace be upon her), nor the thought of Zainab (peace be upon her), nor the courage of Khawla (peace be upon her), nor the martyrdom of Samaiah (peace be upon her).
Neither patience, nor gratitude, nor remembrance, nor thought, nor courage, nor strength. There are only four prostrations, two prayers, and many tears. Accept me as I am, my dear Allah.
This helplessness of the people of Gaza, this pain and suffering, I cannot see it consciously...
They were Abraham (peace be upon him) on whom the fire has cooled down, but the fire of trials is burning me. They were Jacob (peace be upon him) whose sight returned, but I am losing my sight. They were Joseph (peace be upon him) whom you saved by opening the doors, I am imprisoned in the cage of the soul. They were Job (peace be upon him) who was patient, I cannot bear this pain. They were Yunus (peace be upon him) who did not give up trust, but this darkness is cutting my throat.

Tie my heart with patience, cover it with gratitude. My courage and strength are all from you. You are enough. You are the Lord of great power, so shower victory on the people of Gaza and grant them victory, O Lord...
No one is helping them, but their trust is firm in You. You alone are sufficient for them.
Make them successful.
Amen