11:13 PM @wahaj_bani_moufleh My visit to the Netherlands was an experience filled with mixed emotions. I came to this beautiful country to exhibit photographs from Palestine, a collection of 70 photographs that carry untold stories and souls. These pictures were windows into the lives of a suffering people, the beauty of a tormented land, and a hope that still beats despite the pain.
As I walked among the visitors at the exhibition, I saw astonishment and deep emotion in their eyes. Those looks testified to the power of the photograph and its ability to convey truth across borders. I felt both proud and sad at the same time—proud that I could be a bridge between two worlds, and sad that this bridge was not made of freedom and joy, but of pain and suffering.
But, as they say, every beginning has an end. The day of departure came, and it had a special impact on my heart. I left behind canvases of memories, left a part of myself in each photograph, and in every corner of the exhibition. The departure felt like cutting a thin thread that connected me to a place that had become a part of my mission, but I realized that this mission would remain eternal. The photographs will continue to speak, and the eyes that saw them will remember.
Thus ended my journey in the Netherlands. Despite the sorrow that filled my heart, I realized that I had not completely left. I left a Palestinian mark on the hearts of those who attended, and I left them with stories to tell, hoping they would plant seeds of hope and change. 
