A young traditional girl, as old as the destiny it self, her eagerness to give is greater and above all humanity. Her highness is higher that any heart found on earth, but yet, so modest, sobhan Alla that created such a beauty.
No matter how tough life could be, her purity and holiness makes, the flowers blossom, rock alike hearts tear into shreds, and sleepy conscious awake.
Blessed by the greatness of God, the sound of Al Athan prayer, the Church Bells, and the holly cries, all united to make it even more special.
A place that has been the Salvation to many nations. A place that was blessed by Holy messengers of God.
Personally I am very attached to Jerusalem, and for me it is very important to transfer this feeling to you.
I believe that when you are in Jerusalem there is always something to discover at the end of the road, personally I never ask for directions, I just let the road take me everywhere and that is why I created this line from the threads heading to a point, and the color indicate the color palette that I felt is strongly connected to Jerusalem.
All of these are factors strongly relate to the human interaction with the city, whether you live in it, or you are just visiting the city, Jerusalem has a cozy and a warm feeling that could not be forgotten.
This might sound crazy, but when I am in Jerusalem I have these weird thought:
Is it possible that we walk in the same place that Jesus walked in, is it possible that we touch stones that Jesus might have touched!
Is it possible that we could stand in a place that Messenger Mohammad (Peace be Upon Him) stood in!
Is it possible that God Choose this city in particular to unite humanity?
Why? Why would someone love Jerusalem to the extent that he or she would die for it?
In this place all anger is left away, there is no war, no blood, no death, no hate, and no rejection. In this place there is holiness, history, love, peace, blessing, Prayers, laughter and contentment.
I walk through the streets my beautiful Jerusalem and I see history full of blood, but yet Jerusalem is still welcoming, I see cries and screams but yet I could almost hear your stone talk to me about love and peace, I could almost hear your stories, I close my eyes and listen to your heart beating alive, standing in front of all the sadness of the world, with an endless smile on your face.
Are you a friend? A mother? A lover? Perhaps a sister or a brother?
Or you are everything?
I guess you are everything.
