To Sayyid on Star Street - I met a man years ago on Star Street in Bethlehem; an elder whose quiet kindness needed no words. I called him Sayyid (سید), a title of respect. Though we didn’t share a language, his presence stayed with me.

Last Christmas, I saw him again - not in person, but in a photo shared by my friend Sema. For a moment, time stood still. This mix is a response to the light he gave: a reminder that simple, wordless kindness can leave lasting echoes. I hope, as you listen, someone who once lit your way comes to mind.