BismiLlah... I am often hesitant to share writing that dwells more in the deeper, darker, sadder stations. and if I do, it has usually been abstracted and poeticised so much that it becomes unrecognisable. My feeling is that in the last year or two, there has been a magnified sense of collective grief, which is abstract as well as deeply personal and real. I have found that reading others' writings on this, reading articulations of grief, have been profoundly beautiful and healing for me, and a source of comfort and solace.