It was a pearl, but it became a graveyard!

It is Gaza, the wounded, patient, fasting, enduring burdens that make the steadfast mountains groan under its weight!

It was full of vitality, life and activity, day and night. People went to their livelihoods, to their evening gatherings and to their prayers during the holy month, which is unparalleled. The Gazans add a special flavour to it from their souls, with their generosity, honesty, hospitality, love and goodness of soul.

In Ramadan, sorrows bloom at the Iftar tables, when those stuck in their sorrows remember their beloved children who, with their laughter and jokes, their sleep and wakefulness, their hunger and thirst, turned the Iftar tables into occasions full of life, until when the sun sets on the last day of the holy month, the eyes weep for him and mourn his swift absence.

Nothing can mend loss except patience in the face of hardship, which refers the afflicted to the medicine in the wise remembrance, “And be patient over what befalls you. Indeed, that is of the matters [worthy] of determination.”

We extend our hearts to our people as they prepare their basic food and break their fast with what God has allotted, while they spend the rest of their day waiting at the doors of bakeries, after the lifeline of aid was cut off, and the electricity lines were connected.

Gaza will return, even after a while, as a hope, a beacon for the Gazans, and a presence for Arabs, Muslims, and the world, despite the terrorism, intimidation, and brutality of the aggressors...