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Now You Know it, Your Father is Dead

Since 1982, the same year she was born, her father was nowhere to be found. Was he dead? Was he a war prisoner? There was no telling what happened to him as he went missing in action. 26 years passed and his mother still managed to believe that he was alive and was hopeful that he’ll come back one day.

 

Last night, they received a call requesting them to go to Beirut immediately to identify him and undergo some basic DNA test to confirm his identity. 26 years and today T.H’s father is one of 200 dead bodies finally handed over by Israel to Hizbullah. 26 years without knowing how many years he suffered in the Israeli prisons and when exactly he died, or was killed.

 

200 dead Arabs, previously MIA’s or POW’s, and now known to be dead. 200 Arabs who died in the Israeli jails. No surprise here, it’s actually ironic because when the 2 Israeli soldiers turned out to be dead, it was a shock for many people.

 

200 for 2, and you wonder if it’s enough…

Mahmoud Darwish & Naji Al-Ali Audio-Visual Collection

This is a video I put together that represents a collection of Naji Al-Ali's work accompanied by Mahmoud Darwish's voice as he cites some of his poetry. The original was onger and of a better quality but I had to compress it and cut some parts for uploading purposes.
 
 
كم مرة ستسافرون؟
وإلى متى ستسافرون؟
ولأي حلم؟
وإذا رجعتم يوماً فلأي منفى ترجعون؟
 
عرب أطاعوا رومهم
عرب وباعوا روحهم
عرب وضاعوا
سقط القناع
 
 

Happy Birthday Israel

Tomorrow, Israel will be celebrating the 60th anniversary of establishing the "state" of Israel. Soon to-be-ex-president Bush is flying all the way from the U.S to share in the celebration. Hearing this news, I thought the world is way too screwed up. Yet, if you come to think about it, Israel should celebrate this date. Yes, because Israel hasn't only established a state, but also achieved much more than that, they did what no country in modern history did and they feel like they have the right to celebrate it.

 

The fact is, Israel is the only "state" that was established at the cost of dispossessing and displacing 800,000 people from their homes, which was then two thirds of the Palestinian population, who would later earn the title of "refugees". Some of those fled the Israeli atrocities, others were forced out, and many of those refugees now and their offspring still suffer in the dire circumstances they live under in refugee camps. Those Palestinians, who once had homes and lands full of olive and orange trees, are now living in tents with polluted water and no sanitation. That's how Israel came to life.

 

Moreover, Israel could neglect all the human rights by forcing around 800,000 people out of their lands based on their religion. Not that they posed any threat or did anything that undermine the peace of the country, but they only weren't Jewish, that's it. It's like saying: "If you don't have the same beliefs as I do, you have no right to have a home or to own any land where I live, or want to live" Or worse, "If you don't share my beliefs, I can kick you out anytime and take your place because, apparently, I'm superior to you."

 

Israel also is the only country in the world that gives itself the right to neglect and overlook the UN resolutions, International human rights and anything that has to do with humanity or common sense. Over those 60 years and way before that they managed to acquire immunity against any criticism, and no matter how brutal their acts against Palestinians and Arabs were, they've always managed to rationalize it and legitimize it in the name of self-defense.

 

Israel is the only country that kills a 10 year-old boy and shows no regret, even blaming him for being in the line of fire. Israel is the only state that counter-strikes stones thrown by children with heavey artillery fire. And, Israel is the only state who managed to fool the world, or some people, by making them believe that the Palestinians are the persecutors. It doesn't take much to believe that, only a little dose of delusion and ignorance.

 

So, this is what Israel and Bush are celebrating tomorrow. Bon annivairsaire. And to the Palestinians who are at the same time celebrating 60 years of  tyranny, brutality and homelessness, these poetic verses by Nizar Qabbani…

 

Ah, generation of betrayal,
of surrogate and indecent men,
generations of leftovers,
we'll be swept away--
never mind the slow pace of history--
by the children bearing rocks
 
 

Eye Witness...

I had a long day, an awful day, taking photos and writing from on the ground in Gaza City and northern Gaza. I met with two children who survived Wednesday’s Jabalyia soccer bombing: the other 4 kids were, as you likely know, killed. One of the children I saw had no flesh on their legs, had burns all over their bodies from the tank’s shelling. This was one of the scariest things I have seen yet, and I have seen a lot more than that.

I asked one boy to give me details of what happened that Thursday afternoon. The 9 year old boy cried while he told that he’d seen the decapitated head of his cousin strewn far from his body, arms and legs, far away from where they were all playing soccer. His mother added that there wasn’t any electricity when her son was admitted to the hospital.

He was crying as he told the story, his tears hurting him even more than his psychological pain, as he has burns in his eyes. His mother uncovered his wounded leg where I could only see bones without flesh in places. I could not understand how he managed to lay down conscious, but knew it was a consciousness full of pain and anguish. I felt this pain in my own heart and head.

As I talked this child’s mother, she said that she’d had to evacuate her children, as it's no longer safe to be in that area where the children had been playing. The kids ranged from 6 to 14 years old. The two ones who survived said they had all been playing soccer in front of the door of their house in Jabalyia when the Israeli missile hit them.

I finally came back home some hours ago, after waiting a long time to find transportation. But, eventually managing to make it back to Rafah, I collapsed for a nap for an hour. My sleep was disrupted: I awoke scared by the bombing of F-16s (I learned later on). I ran from my bed through our dark house, and seeing no one from my family inside, I ran without shoes into the street. People were out in the street, young men running. I didn't understand, didn't know what I was doing other than that I was running but didn’t know to where. Most people's windows were down, shutters closed, as it is freezing cold at moment.

I was glad not to be injured by shattered glass and debris on the streets. I made it back home to write this on my laptop. But I’ve decided going back to sleep is not a good idea, no matter how exhausted I am. If I have to die (not my wish) , I want to be awake, so I know I’m dying, and by whom. Not asleep.

Mohammed

To Gaza, With Apology

Because you're a small city of a big Arab world, and a bigger Islamic world, who are both watching you burn from afar.  Sorry because your kids are being slaughtered by weapons they've never heard of, their dreams are being nipped in the bud. Sorry for the elderly who are being humiliated, all in front of our eyes, for the women and men who are being mercilessly crushed to death under the heavy artillery, their homes demolished over them in their sleep…

 

Sorry because you've become nothing to us but a daily report on the news. Sorry because we're helpless, sorry before we watch you burn and do nothing but cry, and forget even to pray. Sorry because we've grown so numb, so senseless and so blunt. Sorry because in your suffering, we see our disgrace. Sorry because in your humiliation we see our own humiliation and bow our heads in shame. Sorry because we're too many powerless millions, standing with our hands behind our backs. Sorry because we turn a blind eye, sorry because we can't stand the sight of a little boy, face stained by blood and body wrapped with a green sheets, flowers scattered all over him as he's sound a sleep.

 

Sorry before we are what we are and you are what you are. Sorry because you have to burn before something inside us explodes. Sorry because you need to be destroyed before we wake up. Sorry because you need to be ruined before we learn the true meaning of bravery. Sorry because in you, the victim, we see the hero and the miracle.

 

Sorry, because we know you can’t accept this apology, and yet we offer nothing else.
 
 

                                    Gaza Child Victim  

 

 

 

 

 

 

 



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