Assalamu alaykum wr wb
Allahu Akbar Allahu akbar! Hay Allah sha3b at Turkiye (May Allah give life to the Turkish nation).
At the moment I am in the back seat of the Yellow submarine writing my blog as we make our way to Gaziantep. The see off from the people of Adana was beautiful and the people were extremely touched by hosting the convoy in their city. They honored us with such hospitality and offered their service through out the night and until we departed. People from the city came to visit us and take part in hosting us and seeing us off. On leaving the exhibition hall people were handing out bags of food as we passed them in our vehicles. Other people joined us in their cars drapping the Palestinian flags out their windows as we made our way through the main city. Children were crying out “Allahu Akbar”, waving their flags and taking pictures of the convoy as we crawled through the city.
The atmosphere was amazing, the poeple made us feel like heroes although in reality we are not the real heroes. Those are the poeple who are perservering the hardship of being beseiged and those resisting the aggression of the tyrants. Allah musta3aan. May Allah help us.
Although there was speculation on my behalf as to whether the Turks would really treat us well, well I can say they truely have, so far, mashaAllah. At the moment we are a stone’s throw from our destination, which is where we will be having lunch and from there we will go to a sports hall for the night.
Afiyet Olson (Did I spell it right?)
It’s been a long day and I am absolutely shattered, just trying to get some washing done, and it’s taking a long time, there’s a few women from Belgium who are hogging up the machine and literally taking hours. Each wash takes two hours, and we’ve been told thats the only programme, and to add to that there’s only one machine, yes one machine. My patience-ometer is giving me a very low reading, to be honest it’s in the red. The women before me put two washes on so I’ll leave the maths to you to work out how long I’ve been waiting. Alhumdulillah I feel fresh I got a chance to get a shower, although I dropped my clothes in the shower as there aren’t any pegs to hang your clothes on. I was trying to get changed in the shower cubicle without getting my trousers wet when suddenly my trousers were on the floor all wet. Disaster. Anyway it wasn’t the end of the world I just had to wash them by hand.
Tomorrow we have an early start, we’re scheduled to depart 7 in the morning, and then head towards the border of Syria. We’ve been told we will make our way down to Damascus, which is going to be a long haul. It’s now 1:15 am local time and I’m still sitting here waiting for my clothes to dry inshaAllah it should be done in about an hour. It would’ve been easier to go to a dry cleaners here, but more than likely they’ll be closed or they won’t be able to do it time.
JazakumAllah khayr for following
Assalamu alaykum wr wb