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خالد الغريباوي
خالد الغريباوي
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ابو رميح الغريباوي :
يا حسن العسكر
2023-09-22 12:29:53
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عشقي حسيني :
السلام عليك يا حسن العسكري
2023-09-22 12:24:36
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kawthar❤️ :
شسم القصيده؟
2025-09-01 12:25:25
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ويش آسم القصيده
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ضياء :
يا حسين
2023-09-22 12:26:58
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😍😍😍 :
ياحسن العسكري
2023-09-22 18:16:35
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عباس مياحي :
يا حسن
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FATMA🤍✨ :
يا حسن العسكري
2023-09-22 13:05:20
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ابو رميح الغريباوي :
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2023-09-22 12:30:01
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ابو رسول :
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In Care There are days when I meet the woman I used to be. Not in mirrors. Not in photographs. But somewhere along the trail I have already walked. She is still there— placing one foot in front of the other, believing that somehow the road would become a home. She cannot see me. She doesn’t know that one day she will lay her head down and discover what it feels like to be held by her own life. She doesn’t know that her mornings will become quieter than her fears. That someday, she will awaken anticipating birds instead of storms. She doesn’t know that peace will stop being something she searches for— because it will become the place from which she lives. So I do not interrupt her journey. I do not warn her about the valleys. I do not remove the mountains. I know now… they were never standing in her way. They were quietly becoming the landscape that would teach her how to recognize her own strength. Instead… I walk beside her for a little while. In care. The way one would walk beside a young sapling growing through strong winds— never asking it to become an old tree overnight. I want to tell her… The trembling doesn’t mean you’re failing. The waiting isn’t empty. The silence isn’t abandonment. Every unseen root you are sending into the earth is preparing you to stand where you cannot yet imagine. One day, you will discover that the miracle was never arriving at a different place. The miracle was becoming a different woman. A woman whose nervous system has finally learned that it is safe to rest. A woman who greets each morning looking for birdsong before she ever looks for danger. A woman who has learned that stewardship begins with the way she tends her own soul. So when I meet the woman I used to be, I don’t ache for her anymore. I don’t grieve what she didn’t know. I simply reach for her hand. Not to pull her forward. Not to hurry what only time and grace could accomplish. Only… to let her know that every step she thought was simply surviving was quietly teaching us how to live. She was never walking alone. She was carrying both of us. And every faithful step she took— even the ones that felt uncertain— was quietly leading us home. ⸻ Written by April Mudrick © 2026 #writertok #Kalaekilohana #lifeinhawaii #HomeIsWithin #TruthAndHealing
In Care There are days when I meet the woman I used to be. Not in mirrors. Not in photographs. But somewhere along the trail I have already walked. She is still there— placing one foot in front of the other, believing that somehow the road would become a home. She cannot see me. She doesn’t know that one day she will lay her head down and discover what it feels like to be held by her own life. She doesn’t know that her mornings will become quieter than her fears. That someday, she will awaken anticipating birds instead of storms. She doesn’t know that peace will stop being something she searches for— because it will become the place from which she lives. So I do not interrupt her journey. I do not warn her about the valleys. I do not remove the mountains. I know now… they were never standing in her way. They were quietly becoming the landscape that would teach her how to recognize her own strength. Instead… I walk beside her for a little while. In care. The way one would walk beside a young sapling growing through strong winds— never asking it to become an old tree overnight. I want to tell her… The trembling doesn’t mean you’re failing. The waiting isn’t empty. The silence isn’t abandonment. Every unseen root you are sending into the earth is preparing you to stand where you cannot yet imagine. One day, you will discover that the miracle was never arriving at a different place. The miracle was becoming a different woman. A woman whose nervous system has finally learned that it is safe to rest. A woman who greets each morning looking for birdsong before she ever looks for danger. A woman who has learned that stewardship begins with the way she tends her own soul. So when I meet the woman I used to be, I don’t ache for her anymore. I don’t grieve what she didn’t know. I simply reach for her hand. Not to pull her forward. Not to hurry what only time and grace could accomplish. Only… to let her know that every step she thought was simply surviving was quietly teaching us how to live. She was never walking alone. She was carrying both of us. And every faithful step she took— even the ones that felt uncertain— was quietly leading us home. ⸻ Written by April Mudrick © 2026 #writertok #Kalaekilohana #lifeinhawaii #HomeIsWithin #TruthAndHealing
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