Palestina
Today, I felt my heart break to pieces as I watched the news about Palestine. 70 years of occupation have passed, and all I can do is watch the news thousands of miles away. Nothing can be done, no one understands. For the first time in my life, I feel the importance of the solidarity Palestinians provide one another.
70 years of pain, 70 years of pain that Palestinians have carried alongside them. 70 years of suffering we had to endure. 70 years for our hearts to beat only for Palestine. 70 years of chants and music and a fire that will never go out, like a constant burn in the hearts of Palestinians. 70 years of Chants and rhymes and cries that have echoed in the halls of our weddings and funerals and birthdays and graduations.
That is 70 years of heartbreak, 70 years of tears, 70 years and hundreds of thousands of martyrs.
70 years, that is 25 550 days of yearning for something that was stolen from us.
I get so frustrated when someone calls me brave or strong. I am human, like you. If I had the option, i would not wants any of this. people often dehumanise us when they call us brave, I want you all to remember that I, like you, feel pain. I am more similar to you than you imagine. I am not some extraterrestrial alien who feels no pain. but when pain is constant, you grow numb.
Since yesterday, 60 Palestinian lives have been lost. These include a child and a handicapped man. 60 living, breathing people. It is easy to get it wrong. It is easy to think of it as a number that expresses collateral damage. It is easy to forget that they are not just names.
What does it mean for our blood to be treated like it is cheaper than water?
and Where is this going?
60 people are dead, and the world watches in silence.“ Journalists“ twist the words of what happened to suit western “democracies“ in what they tend to call “objectivity“. Politicians change the truth into what benefits them. “News“ about the Kardashians are the most read. All the while, the death toll rises.
The world is a cruel place, where people have become accustomed to the death toll on the rise in poorer countries, countries that have been categorized into the “3rd world“.
However, in the “3rd world“ , you see love, sympathy, warmth, kindness. between the demolished walls of a Palestinian house, you find love in the little things. You find a plate of food the neighbors sent, you find the sons phone filled with messages he sent to the neighbor he loves, you see the TV with news about syria, you find clothes that belonged to their cousins and olive oil bottles from their aunts and gifts from their uncles.
How can the world be so cruel? how can they care about animal leather more than they care about human lives?
Palestinians have been dying for 70 years, without a land or passports, without permanent houses, with the world on the opposite side, with israeli flags on every corner, with a wall surrounding them, with memories that no longer disturb them. Palestinians have been stripped off everything. but never off their will and determination. I am scared to say that it could be 70 more years. Yet I know we will stand still with our keys in one hand, and our kids in the other. And for hundreds of years we will fight for this land.
70 years of pain, 70 years of pain that Palestinians have carried alongside them. 70 years of suffering we had to endure. 70 years for our hearts to beat only for Palestine. 70 years of chants and music and a fire that will never go out, like a constant burn in the hearts of Palestinians. 70 years of Chants and rhymes and cries that have echoed in the halls of our weddings and funerals and birthdays and graduations.
That is 70 years of heartbreak, 70 years of tears, 70 years and hundreds of thousands of martyrs.
70 years, that is 25 550 days of yearning for something that was stolen from us.
I get so frustrated when someone calls me brave or strong. I am human, like you. If I had the option, i would not wants any of this. people often dehumanise us when they call us brave, I want you all to remember that I, like you, feel pain. I am more similar to you than you imagine. I am not some extraterrestrial alien who feels no pain. but when pain is constant, you grow numb.
Since yesterday, 60 Palestinian lives have been lost. These include a child and a handicapped man. 60 living, breathing people. It is easy to get it wrong. It is easy to think of it as a number that expresses collateral damage. It is easy to forget that they are not just names.
What does it mean for our blood to be treated like it is cheaper than water?
and Where is this going?
60 people are dead, and the world watches in silence.“ Journalists“ twist the words of what happened to suit western “democracies“ in what they tend to call “objectivity“. Politicians change the truth into what benefits them. “News“ about the Kardashians are the most read. All the while, the death toll rises.
The world is a cruel place, where people have become accustomed to the death toll on the rise in poorer countries, countries that have been categorized into the “3rd world“.
However, in the “3rd world“ , you see love, sympathy, warmth, kindness. between the demolished walls of a Palestinian house, you find love in the little things. You find a plate of food the neighbors sent, you find the sons phone filled with messages he sent to the neighbor he loves, you see the TV with news about syria, you find clothes that belonged to their cousins and olive oil bottles from their aunts and gifts from their uncles.
How can the world be so cruel? how can they care about animal leather more than they care about human lives?
Palestinians have been dying for 70 years, without a land or passports, without permanent houses, with the world on the opposite side, with israeli flags on every corner, with a wall surrounding them, with memories that no longer disturb them. Palestinians have been stripped off everything. but never off their will and determination. I am scared to say that it could be 70 more years. Yet I know we will stand still with our keys in one hand, and our kids in the other. And for hundreds of years we will fight for this land.
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