On Patience (Ṣabr)
Patience is praised—
like Ayyoob,
His body struck with pain
Yet his tongue unbroken in remembrance.
Like the martyrs who wait smiling
in gardens promised,
Their blood watered the earth
and from it blooms eternal reward.

But patience in Gaza
is sharpened into a knife,
an edge against the throat of despair,
a flame that refuses to die
Though the wind howls to smother it.

To be patient is not passive—
It is resistance wrapped in silence,
a child learning hunger as a daily prayer,
a mother stitching hope
into the torn cloth of tomorrow.

It is clenched teeth,
whispered duʿāʾ in the rubble,
fasting without breaking
because bread itself is gone.

It is standing on ruined streets
and saying Alḥamdulillāh still,
while the world averts its eyes,
while tongues of power hold silence.

Ṣabr is a fortress unseen,
a shield of the soul
when the body has none.
It is not a weakness—
It is faith refusing to bow,
a seed that survives the storm
and waits for rain,
knowing Allah’s mercy
is nearer than despair.

💔 Voices of Gaza carry the weight of patience (ṣabr). Let us not remain silent as they fast without breaking and endure without surrendering.

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On Patience (Ṣabr)
Patience is praised—
like Ayyoob,
His body struck with pain
Yet his tongue unbroken in remembrance.
Like the martyrs who wait smiling
in gardens promised,
Their blood watered the earth
and from it blooms eternal reward.

But patience in Gaza
is sharpened into a knife,
an edge against the throat of despair,
a flame that refuses to die
Though the wind howls to smother it.

To be patient is not passive—
It is resistance wrapped in silence,
a child learning hunger as a daily prayer,
a mother stitching hope
into the torn cloth of tomorrow.

It is clenched teeth,
whispered duʿāʾ in the rubble,
fasting without breaking
because bread itself is gone.

It is standing on ruined streets
and saying Alḥamdulillāh still,
while the world averts its eyes,
while tongues of power hold silence.

Ṣabr is a fortress unseen,
a shield of the soul
when the body has none.
It is not a weakness—
It is faith refusing to bow,
a seed that survives the storm
and waits for rain,
knowing Allah’s mercy
is nearer than despair.

💔 Voices of Gaza carry the weight of patience (ṣabr). Let us not remain silent as they fast without breaking and endure without surrendering.

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✊ Share to spread awareness, mercy, and hope.