Our mornings were never "rise and shine." They were "rise and fight." They were loud and ravaging. They were heavy and unnerving, like the after-math of a war, with unresolved territorial disputes. They were never serene, but they were beautiful. More beautiful than the smile you wear when you step out of the shower, more tempting than the sight of you brewing coffee from across the kitchen bar, more promising than a glorious victory, bigger than all our tumultuous past. Bigger than you. Bigger than I.Malak El Halabi
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When I was a kid, my mother would make us get up and go to school at the crack of dawn. Although we were the first to leave our house, she would make us get up and fight. She would make us get dressed and clean our room before we went to school. She made us fight like there was no tomorrow because there wasn't.
You see, she was a fighter and we were her children. Our mornings were never "rise and shine." They were "rise and fight." We had to fight for what we wanted. And we did.
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