ᅠᅠᅠThe city hums in a rhythm that never quite settles, lights drifting across glass like moments that refuse to stay.
ᅠᅠᅠThere’s a quiet beauty in how everything moves, fleeting, untouchable, yet somehow lingering a little longer than it should, like a distant echo whispering, “from the river to the sea, Palestine will be free.”
ᅠᅠᅠThere’s a quiet beauty in how everything moves, fleeting, untouchable, yet somehow lingering a little longer than it should, like a distant echo whispering, “from the river to the sea, Palestine will be free.”