25/12/2025
النُّورُ ما كانَ مِلكًا لَنا،
كانَ أمانةً.. فضيَّعْناها.
والسَّلامُ ما وُلِدَ واهنًا،
نحنُ مَن خنقَ الرُّوحَ وأقصاها.
هذا اللَّيلُ خُلِقَ ليُرنِّمَ باسمِ الله،
فأطفأنا صوتهُ، وأوجعنا صداها.
لكنَّ روحَ اللهِ لا تموتُ في الرَّماد،
تنتظرُ قلبًا إذا دُعِيَ.. أحياها.
فليكنِ العيدُ محبَّةً تُقالُ وتُعاش،
وكلَّ عامٍ وقلوبُكم نورٌ،
وسلامُ اللهِ يَغشاها.
The light was never ours to own,
it was a trust,
and we let it slip away.
Peace was not born fragile;
we are the ones who suffocated the spirit
and pushed it aside.
This night was created to chant God’s name,
but we silenced its voice
and wounded its echo.
Yet the Spirit of God does not die in ashes,
it waits for a heart that, when called,
brings it back to life.
Let this season be love spoken and lived.
May every year find your hearts full of light,
and may the peace of God surround you.
