At times of testing, we are bold.
At times, we are guarded.
And through it all, we remind ourselves—
we are safe.
There are nights we sleep peacefully,
and there are nights of broken sleep—
when the sound of alerts wakes us up,
telling us
that something is happening beyond our walls.
Even then, we hold on to one thought—
we are safe.
We are told it’s only a warning.
And the distant bangs that follow
somehow become a strange reassurance
that we are still protected.
In that moment, we tell ourselves again—
we are safe.
Today marks the 40th day of the war.
Days that have changed how we think,
how we sleep,
how we quietly wait.
Yet even now, we pause and say—
we are safe.
Some mornings begin with reassurance
that everything is under control,
yet as the day unfolds,
things may remain calm
or suddenly change.
No matter how the day goes,
we come back to this—
we are safe.
There are challenges.
There is uncertainty.
There are moments of fear.
But through it all, one truth remains—
we are safe.
We are protected.
Our leaders and officers stay alert
every hour of the day and night,
watching over us,
keeping us secure.
Because of them, we can say—
we are safe.
There is a deep sense of gratitude
and pride in my heart
to call this my second home.
In times like these, I truly feel
no other place would have held us
with such care and strength.
And for that, I say again—
we are safe.
Our families reach out every day,
sometimes many times a day—
checking on us,
making sure we are okay.
Their concern travels across distance,
wrapped in prayers and hope.
And in that love, we feel—
we are safe.
To all those who checked on us,
who called, messaged, and cared—
thank you.
It meant more than words can say.
Because in your concern, we felt it—
we are safe.
And to those who didn’t—
it’s okay.
Days like these quietly show us
who we should hold close
and who we can gently let be.
Even in that realization, we understand—
we are safe.
There are challenges,
there is fear at times,
but there is also faith growing within us.
And above everything,
there is hope.
Hope that holds us steady, reminding us—
we are safe.
And we hold on to hope—
that peace will find its way back,
that silence will replace the sounds we’ve learnt to live with,
and that one day,
these days will only be stories
of strength, resilience,
and how deeply we learnt to value life.
And as we hold on to this hope—
we are safe.
And through it all,
between fear and faith,
we are held by hope.
And we are safe.
Blessmesai 