The irony in Jerusalem; Trying to catch up on the journeys that were left unfinished, stories that were left half told. We cannot breath the same air without understanding those who breathed it just before us.

Walking on the face of the earth. Starting our own journey yet continuing the journey of many before us. Trying to catch up on the journeys that were left unfinished, stories that were left half told. We cannot breathe the same air without understanding those who breathed it just before us. It looks like a cycle with people walking around it, only with different haircuts and uniforms. We try to ask for details but they give us what they remember and continue with their own journey, we walk upon the streets over the footprints of those who walked before us as we wonder about the stomps of their feet, we look into the old houses, trying to study the architecture, the choice of art and geometry used, hoping they can tell us a little bit more about the taste of their time, and the style of their hearts. Just like a puzzle, and we are part of this puzzle, we either try to fit the right pieces together or we just become a new piece piled up on top of all the other pieces.

So don’t wonder, when you see us walking with wide eyes questioning the earth that our ancestors walked over. Building upon the patterns that were left yet before them forming a culture filled with art and literature. Memories make stories; stories make tales, those tales that are told to us to help create our future. We cannot be who we truly are without understanding where we come from. Our creativity yearns towards the art that was once created before us and about us. Parents dream about their children and they work to create a life filled with security and love for their protection. This work of art is what makes a difference in our lives. Appreciating the past and looking forward to the future.

Palestinians today are victims, limited from their freedom of walking upon the earth that their ancestors walked over and built. Limited to learn about their stories and history, limited from walking their own homes and gardens, limited from reading their old books and writings. How can we stop fighting? We fight to learn about our own selves and about our past. How can you not wonder about yours? You came from somewhere other than here. Your ancestors came from somewhere other than here; they are what make you yourself. Have you no wonders? Have you no interest in self-search and self-discovery? Have you no interest in what makes your creativity a unique one? We have our interest of our own history and culture. We cannot be limited from our own curiosity and freedom of being human. So let us all dance wherever we want to dance, let you and I all live the life we look forward to living.

So here I am in Jerusalem, as I search and discover, as I walk between the old streets and houses, wishing everyone else gets the chance to do the very same. I walked between old city of Jerusalem, head towards my mosque, my temple to pray for the freedom of peace for humanity, I walked to read history on the tiles of the ground, I walked to see stories on the walls. I walked from the east side to the west side, and back to the east side. From the east side I walked towards Mamilla Avenue, outside through the streets towards the YMCA, I walked inside to watch its stunning architecture then headed towards the King David Hotel, I read signs and looked at photographs hang on the walls, then headed towards the traces of the first train station in Jerusalem, it is located between the east side of the Old City and the west side of the German Colony “they once were like one”, walked over the old track of the train, into what used to be the ticket station and what today is a small restaurant, walked the Bethlehem road, and walked the Hebron road, I walked the German Colony ,towards the Baka neighborhood, where you will see the most ancient and authentic houses that tell all the tales from just staring at the windows, I walked back towards Yafa street, and visited homes to discover the oldest maps of Palestine and Jerusalem, I walked back towards the old city again into the Sheikh Jarrah neighborhood, cried my eyes out of injustice, and went straight to Al Buraq Wall or what is known as the Western Wall.

If only we are all free to move back and forth from the west side of Jerusalem to the East side, how beautiful life would be if I felt safe around my own neighbor, how beautiful life would be if we stop teaching our sons to hate and instead teach them to love. Jerusalem is an adventure, an experience of irony, an experience of life, an experience of faith. Jerusalem can be our hope, if the people decide to really open their eyes and see.

A message of Love; from what have inspired me the past week.

I was inspired to read a couple of beautiful statuses from Friends and Pages of people I follow on facebook. Words of love from people welcoming the Holly month of Ramadan, words of Love to remind us that Ramadan is not only about fasting from food, but also fasting from the self. It is about Forgiveness and about Love. It is about asking those you have been mistaken with in your life to forgive you, and being Thankful and grateful to those and for those who have been the light of love in your life.

So I am taking this chance, to thank my friends and thank the people who are worth following and reading their posts. Thank you for inspiring me to write this post, for reminding me to feel the need to ask for forgiveness and to send my gratitude, and for being contagious in wanting to share this post on my blog and my facebook wall.

To those, I have been mistaken with, or I have hurt, even if for very little, I am sorry. I might have done it on purpose and I might have no idea that I did hurt you at all. Either way I hope you can forgive me. Forgive me, if I have been wrong, or if I have caused any ache in your heart or life.

To those who have shown me the smallest sparks of love and to those who shower me with love, Thank you. I will InshAlla include you in my every day prayer during the month of Ramadan, and I will send my gratitude to God for bringing you to my life. I am grateful for the love you have given me. I am grateful to meet you, to know you and to receive love from you. I pray that I am also a ray of love in your life.

This is a message of love before the first day of the Holly month of Ramadan. It is a message I wish to share to express that this upcoming month, is a beautiful month, because it is an opportunity for all of us to reflect, to learn and to remember, that no matter how many times we trip, we get a new chance to try again. This is my chance to want to start a new page, a white page, where all I draw in the lives of those I stumble upon, hearts of love.

With love, have a wonderful month of Ramadan, wherever you are.

Al Zeeb, الزيب‎

Motive of the day: When you can love, love compassionatly, and what is compassionatly….

When you know about those you care about the most, with time, you only look for ways to be creative to express your love for them differently. Nothing can stop you when you are certain of the love they have in return for you, and nothing can change the amount of efforts you wish to invest to express your love. Time is immeasurable then. It doesn’t matter how long you need to give to those you love. It doesn’t matter what you need to give up, it doesn’t matter how yoi need to express. There becomes no self, ego, or pride in between. Its just pure love. That is the kind of love we need to hold on to & learn from because it only teaches us about ourselves. The pure side of oneself, the Divine side of oneself. The beautiful side of life. Do not hold back then, do not use time to wait or postpone, do not over think & do not underestimate yourself. Just set your heart free. To all the beautiful mothers & fathers out there, yes mothers day is soon but it is worth celebrating love with everyone you love anyway because love is worth celebrating everyday. To those who are mothers, who act like mothers, who care, who love & who cherish with no expectations for anything in return… May this world only serve you with hope, light and love. ☀️💛 have a blessed tuesday. 

Whatever you speak, good or evil, will somehow come back to you… So Dance, and keep on Dancing…

This world is like a snowy mountain that echoes your voice. Whatever you speak, good or evil, will somehow come back to you. Therefore, if there is someone who harbors ill thoughts about you, saying similarly bad things about him, will only make matters worse. You will be locked in a vicious circle of malevolent energy. Instead for forty days and nights say and think nice things about that person. Everything will be different at the end of the forty days, because you will be different inside. The Sufi mystic & Islamic scholar Jalal ad-Din Rumi – Rule#27 from the book 40 Rules of love by Elif Shafak

ZurichThere is nothing more beautiful than being cheerful. Nothing more beautiful than being positive. And nothing more beautiful than following the examples of those who have only done good in this world. We live in a day-to-day battle, but that battle can use few people who encourage us to quit fighting and start chanting. Chant our way through this short life. Surround ourselves with good memories, and good times. Life is too short to hold back, and it is too short to sit still. It is a life lived to dance, lived to joy, lived to live. What are you doing being bothered by the bothering’s of someone else? If you can’t help cheer them, then cheer yourself and maybe they will be cheered along. Don’t mistaken your life with theirs, and don’t make their misery, yours. A sad man, will eventually dance, when he sees both the people he loves and hates are dancing. So dance, even to those who are wicked, dance… and keep on dancing.

How is Islam a religion of Love?

“The true Sufi is such that even when he is unjustly accused, attacked, and condemned from all sides, he patiently endures, uttering not a single bad word about any of his critics. A sufi never apportions blame. How can there be opponents or rivals or even “others” when there is no “Self” in the first place? How can there be anyone to blame when there is only one?”

The Sufi mystic & Islamic scholar Jalal ad-Din Rumi – Rule#30 from the book 40 Rules of love by Elif Shafak

And what is Sufism? It is a concept in Islam, defined by scholars as the inner, mystical, dimension of Islam. It is purely based on the tenets from Islam, and the teachings of Prophet Muhammad (PBUH). The religion based on Peace and Love.

And what about terrorism? Terror exists, since Adam & Eve gave birth to their first two sons; “for those of you who know the story” and for those of you who don’t; Terror existed as soon as human beings became concerned about the “Self”. Religions, were sent to help us live in harmony, together, but humans who grew to become selfish, greedy and fall in trouble, tend to use anything to twist things and just put the blame on something. And what better than to blame religion?

Islam calls for love, for peace, for unity, for harmony, to leave judgments only to God, for us to be ethical, to have respect for one another, to work on building a pure heart… so how can it contradict itself and call for terror? Terrorism has been misused, misinterpreted, and labeled to Islam. But terrorism has no religion. And those who do it in the name of religion, are only ignorant’s trying to cover themselves up.

We were born in love, we were born with love, we were born for love. We shall die in love, we shall die spreading love, and we shall win with love. Don’t let the media mislead you, read, learn and lead yourself.

There are 11 fountains in Solothurn

If you keep breaking other people’s hearts, whatever religious duty you perform is no good.

Nothing should stand between yourself and God. Not Imams, Priests, Rabis, or any other custodians of moral or religious leadership. Not spiritual masters, not even your faith. Believe in your values, and your rules, but never lord them over others. If you keep breaking other people’s hearts, whatever religious duty you perform is no good. Stay away from all sorts of idolatry, for they will blur your vision. Let God and only God be your guide. Learn the truth, my friend, but be careful not to make a fetish out of your truths.

The Sufi mystic & Islamic scholar Jalal ad-Din Rumi – Rule#32 from the book 40 Rules of love by Elif Shafak

Beautiful flowers

She is Human too.

She is beautiful. A world filled with beauty only for our eyes to meet & see. Hopeful. Even when its hopeless. Serene. At the hardest times of the hour. Loved. By the Divine within herself. Beauty. Sparks out from her eyes. And we. Must do something to make this world a better place for her future & all the other kids in refugees & not.


What is Love ?

It is Valentines day, and some of us think it is overrated and some of us look forward to it. Some of us believe it is a reason to remember love, and some of us think we need to celebrate love everyday. Some of us think Valentines is for people to express their love for one another, and some of us think Valentines is cliché.

Montreal Love sign

I personally love Valentines. I think it is a reason to be creative with love. Dedicate this day to people you wish to express your love to or maybe you wish to explain what love means to you. Love is a feeling we were all born to spread, we were all born to experience and we were all born to give. Without love, we can not be complete.

This year, I wish to dedicate my Valentines to the refugee kids I met in the Jarash Camp. They have absolutely filled my heart with just a little extra feeling of love, a different type of love. The love to give to strangers, the love to accept from strangers, the love to express love, the love that has no elements what so ever. Children in general are like that, children who want to play are specifically like that. Give any child your attention, your will to play with them, and look at the loving energy they begin to send to you. It is like magic. And once you start playing with them, communicating with them, and understanding them, then, they will love you forever. It is beautiful magic.

So I asked those beautiful kids the following: “Draw one thing that makes you happy, anything that puts a smile on your face, anything you feel is very special and gets you excited.” They first started throwing words at me like: Theme Parks, Birthdays, Brides, Dolls, Dresses… As I rolled out white paper and gave them colors to start drawing.

And to me, this is the definition of love. Love is everywhere, in all of us, for all of us, at every corner, moving with the wind. Love is a warm feeling, it is a smile that does not depart your face, it is eyes sparkling, the reflection of what is pure. Love is a speechless language, it is a feeling, and it is not visible unless you wish to express it. And how can you express it? There are infinite ways to express it, there are no limits to it, and no boundaries, it is just the act of giving and being happy as you give. Those kids are love, they speak words of love, they think only with love, and all they seek for, is love.

Portraits of Children from the Gaza Jarash Refugee Camp

Gaza Refugee Camp

Hell is here and now. So is Heaven. Quit worrying about hell and dreaming about heaven, as they are both present inside this very moment. Every time we fall in love, we ascend to heaven. Every time we hate, envy, or fight someone, we tumble straight into the fires of hell. Rule #25 of the Sufi Mystic Rumi – from the book The Forty Rules of Love by Elief Shafak

When we love, we always strive to become better than we are, when we strive to become better than we are, everything around us becomes better too. From the book The Alchemist by Paulo Coelho

When love beckons to you, follow him, though his ways are hard and steep. And when his wings enfold you yield to him, though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you. And when he speaks to you, believe in him, though his voice may shatter your dreams as the north wind lays waste the garden. For even as love crowns you so shall he crucify you. Even as he ascends to your height an caresses your tenderest branches that quiver in the sun, So shall he descend to your roots and shake them in their clinging to the earth. Like sheaves of corn he gathers you unto himself, He threshes you to make you naked. He sifts you to free you from your husks. He grinds you to whiteness, he kneads you until you are pliant; and then he assigns you to his sacred fire, that you may become sacred bread for God’s sacred feast.

All these things shall love do unto you that you may know the secrets of your heart, and in that knowledge become a fragment of life’s heart. But if in fear you would seek only love’s peace and love’s pleasure, then it is better for you that you cover your nakedness and pass out of love’s threshing-floor, into the seasonless world where you shall laugh, but not all of your laughter, and weep, but not all of your tears.

Love gives naught but itself an takes naught but from itself. Love possesses not nor would it be possessed; for love is sufficient unto love. When you love you should not say, “God is in my heart,” but rather, “I am in the heart of God.” And think not you can direct the course of love, for love, if it finds you worthy, directs your course. Love has no other desire but to fulfil itself. But if you love and must needs have desires, let these be your desires.To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night. To know the pain of too must tenderness. To love wounded by your own understanding of love; and to bleed willingly and joyfully. To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving; to rest at the noon hour and meditate lover’s ecstasy; to return home at eventide with gratitude; and then to sleep with a prayer for the beloved in your heart and a song of praise upon your lips. From the book The Prophet by Khalil Gibran.Frankfurt

So what is love? 

Put your attention to what you find is pure & beautiful…

Nature is beautiful. Love is beautiful. Smiles are beautiful. Happiness is beautiful. Earth is beautiful. Life is beautiful. Time is beautiful. Friendship is beautiful. Lovers are beautiful. Loving is beautiful. Giving is beautiful. Wisdom is beautiful. Freedom is beautiful. Creativity is beautiful. Connecting is beautiful. Relaxing is beautiful. Sharing is beautiful. We have so many beautiful things going on in this world. Take part in what is beautiful, in what you find is beautiful & remember that you are also beautiful.

Have a beautiful morning, a beautiful day & a beautiful evening.


How to evaluate what to hold on to & what is about time to let go of?

In life, we face the days that we can’t remember because they went by so quick, and the days that we will always remember because they truly carved in. Sadness & happiness are feelings that leave marks in us. They make us and create us and change us. We hold on to what carves into us, but some of us hold on too tight for too long that turn it into an attachment. Attachments become painful to let go, and therefore start to harm us.
By learning to accept; things be as they come, time frame is as is, not trying to control or change things but instead change within and be part of any process. Faith is all there is, we have been brought to life to experience, to learn and to grow, to expand and to change, nothing is the result of anything except what we wish to hold on to. Evaluate your life, yourself from time to time, and let go of what you have held on to for too long; that has not been serving you.


As Rumi once said:

“No matter what plans you make, no matter what you acquire, the thief will enter where you least expect. Be occupied, then, with what you really value and let the thief take something less. When a trader’s bales fall into the water, he’ll try to grab the most valuable things. Some things will certainly be lost as the water of life flows away. Let go of the cheap stuff and work to save what’s really important. Mathnawi II 1505-1509”