I am writing to you from Gaza
I asked my mother who are you more angry at?? Egypt or Israel?
She told me this
A thief stole my house by force, he kept pushing me until he trapped me in the last room of the house, he didn’t allow me to drink or eat for a long while and now he’s trying to burn the last room while i am inside. my room has 2 doors, behind one stands the thief but behind the other stands my sister. The thief is doing his best to kill me, destroy my room and burn it, i am resisting and trying to stay alive; i ask my sister to open the other door for me and save my life, she refuses, she likes the thief, he has money and power.
If you were in my place who would you hate more the thief or your sister?
- Me: I should do something with my life
- Me: *opens tumblr*
Umr bhar Ghalib yehi bhool karta raha
Dhool chehre par thi aur aaina saaf karta raha
Chhod de ab use wafa ki ummeed Ghalib
Jo rula sakta hai who bhula bhi sakta hai
Through life, I kept making this mistake again and again. The dust was on my face, and I kept wiping the mirror.
Let go the idea of expecting loyalty, Ghalib. One who can make you cry, can also forget you easily.