Khaberni -There are days that do not end with their passing, but begin with us each year
On the morning of the 25th of May 1946, the moment did not pass like other days of the year, but it was a gateway to dignity, and a day in which the nation wept with joy when it regained its decision and raised its head high among the nations, proclaiming the birth of its independence.
That day was not just a withdrawal of a colonial force, but the crowning of a bold struggle, great in sound and significant in action,
It is the struggle of the poor who planted hope in the hills, the teachers who instilled loyalty in the alphabet, and the soldiers who placed their lives in their hands without asking for anything in return.
Jordan's independence was not born out of nothing, but from the womb of popular sacrifices and from the throats that believed the homeland deserved to be born free or not at all. It is the fruit of long patience and an authentic Jordanian Arab spirit that refused to be a follower or a shadow in the presence of anyone.
On this day, we do not just celebrate the occasion, but we honor the memory of those who built before they dreamed and sacrificed before anyone applauded them. We honor the mothers who bid their sons farewell towards the unknown so that the homeland could be known, and the fathers who preferred a bite of dignity over meals of disgrace.
Especially today, we honor the memory of the founding leader, His Majesty King Hussein bin Talal, may God bless his soul, who carried the torch of independence in his hand and the concerns of the homeland in his heart and led Jordan through challenges and storms towards safe harbor.
During his reign, independence was a plant that grew in the soil of dignity and was watered with the water of wisdom and the pickaxe of certainty.
Today, His Majesty King Abdullah II, son of Hussein, continues the journey, the guardian of the heritage and heir of the trust who firmly believes that Jordan is not measured by its size but by the resolve of its people, and that protecting independence is not done with words but through true reform, fair development, and uncompromising justice.
Our independence is not a song we sing, but a story we tell our children every evening, to tell them that this land was paid for with sacrifices, not bargains, with sweat not slogans, and with faithful actions not media propaganda.
Yes, it is the land that feet walk upon, but the hearts carry it.
The homeland is not encapsulated in just a day we celebrate, but in every moment we choose to be loyal to it, in silence or in words, in stance or sacrifice, the homeland is when you are embarrassed to extend your hand for what is not yours, because you realize that the soil that sees you is the same infused with the blood of martyrs and the sacrifices' purple.
It is when you refuse to applaud falsity even if everyone else does
It is when you build even if they try to destroy, and you stay true even if they lie, and remain alight even if you are alone in the darkness.
The homeland does not need from us only temporary decoration, though it is a beautiful and necessary joy, but it needs pure hearts that believe that true independence is to remain free inside no matter how heavy the days are on our backs.
In the moment of celebration and the raising of flags, we must close our eyes for a moment and listen to the voice of the homeland coming from the fragrance of the sacrifices of fathers and grandfathers, that voice that beats from the depths of the heart calling us to magnify the achievement and to be loyal to those who planted the seeds of dignity in this land.
The homeland is not encapsulated in an anthem or slogan, but is tested in every situation in which we choose right over convenience, justice over favoritism, and true allegiance over pretense – to be a son of this homeland means to be a custodian of its pain, a partner in its dream, not merely a passerby in its joy.
On Independence Day, let us make the celebration a new promise,
a promise to be as those who left us wanted and as those who are yet to be born may need..
Every year, dear Jordan, the land of the Hashemites and its loyal people and the leader of its march, His Majesty King Abdullah II and his trusted Crown Prince, a thousand blessings.
We ask God to keep Jordan free, proud, independent, majestic against the winds, and exalted in the hearts of those who love it sincerely not seasonally,
and may his flag remain high in the skies of dignity and pride forever.
