To follow the journey in English, the recitation begins at 9:03.

​رسائل إلى رندة | Letters to Randa

​بَكْرَةُ العَوْدَةِ بَعْدَ أَشْهُرٍ مِنَ الصَّمْتِ… يَعودُ "فِي البَال" بِصَوْتٍ يَنْزِفُ حَنِيناً مِنْ قَلْبِ المَنَفَى.

​عَشْرُ سَنَوَاتٍ كَامِلَةٌ فِي الغُرْبَةِ—عَشْرَةُ أَعْوَامٍ بِلَا عَنَاقِ أُمٍّ، وَبِلَا رَائِحَةِ خُبْزٍ دَافِئٍ، وَبِلَا مِلْجَأٍ آَمِنٍ يَحْمِي الرُّوحَ مِنْ بَرْدِ العَالَمِ. فِي عِيدِ مِيلَادِهِا السَّادِسِ وَالعِشْرِينَ، تسْكُبُ الرَّاوِية خَوَاطِرَهُ بَيْنَ صُوفِيَّةِ الرُّومِيّ وَوُجُودِيَّةِ كَافْكَا، لِتنْتَجِجَ مِنْ حُرُوفِ اسْمِ أُمِّهِا "رَ نْ دَ ة" مِلْحَمَةً شِعْرِيَّةً تَحْمِلُ خَنِيقَ الشَّوْقِ، وَاعْتِرَافَاتِ التَّعَثُّرِ، وَمَرَارَةَ الأَسْئِلَةِ عَنْ بَيْتٍ انْدَثَرَ وَوَطَنٍ مَفْقُودٍ.

​"رِسَالَةٌ إِلَى رَنْدَة" لَيْسَتْ مُجَرَّدَ حَلْقَةٍ أِثِيرِيَّةٍ، بَلْ هِيَ صَلَاةٌ صَامِتَةٌ، وَوَثِيقَةُ حُبٍّ خَالِدَةٌ مُهْدَاةٌ إِلَى الحُبِّ الأَوَّلِ… إِلَى رَنْدَة.

​Letters to Randa | رسائل إلى رندة

​After months of silence, Fi Al Bal returns with a raw, atmospheric reflection on exile, memory, and the very first sanctuary we ever knew.

​Marking her twenty-sixth birthday—and a full decade lived away from home—Rama uncovers the quiet grief of ten years spent without a mother’s embrace, the scent of fresh bread, or a place to truly rest. Woven between the mysticism of Rumi and the existential shadow of Kafka, "Letter to Randa" centers on a spellbinding acrostic poem carved directly from her mother’s name (R–A–N–D–A). It bridges the intimacy of missed calls and unfulfilled promises with the devastating reality of a collapsed homeland and an enduring longing.

​Part confession, part prayer, and deeply cinematic, this episode is an unbreakable love letter to her first love—her mother, Randa—and a tribute to anyone who carries their true home inside their chest.

Writer: Rama

Montage & Editing: Rama

Video Credits, as they appear:

The Instagrapher

Alberto Escalona
KoolShooters

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To follow the journey in English, the recitation begins at 16:00.

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في هذه الرحلة… لا نبحث عن الطريق، بل عمّا ضاع منا في الطريق"هل من غنى عن الأنا؟"سؤالٌ لا يُقال… بل يُعاشنقترب من الوطن لا كأرضٍ تُزار،بل كسرٍ يسكن فيناوكضوءٍ يخرج من زيتونةٍ… لم تحترق"كيلو زيت… وكبشة زعتر"ليست طعاماًبل ذاكرةٌ تقاوم النسياهذه ليست قصيدة تُلقىبل بابٌ يُفتح…

فهل تجرؤ أن تعبر؟هنا… في في البالحيث ما نبحث عنه… يسكن فينا

In this journey… we are not searching for the road,but for what was lost within us along the way.“Is there any wealth greater than losing the self?”A question not spoken… but lived.We approach homeland not as a place to reach,but as a fracture within us—as a light born from an olive tree

that refused to burn.“A kilo of oil… a handful of za’atar”—not food,but memory that resists erasure.This is not a poem to be heard.It is a door…Will you step through?Here, in Fi Al Balwhat we seek… already lives within us.Edit & Montage by: Rama Videos Credits, as they appear:The InstagrapherColin JonesAlberto Escalona