In the very beginning god said let there be light, but there was plight. 63 is the age of this bleeding wound. 63 years I have been waking up to the sounds of bullets and bombs, I have been expelled from my home, oppressed, tortured, murdered, and besieged. For 63 years miles of barbed wires have been separating me from my sons, cousins, brothers, and friends. 63 years of fear as my children go to school they might come back not.
Today it scares me how days and years do pass swiftly, soon we'd be running out of time. Few days separate us from the New Year; I guess26 years have passed since I came from the heaven of my mother's body to the hell of earth. I wasn't born an optimist, I have never been, and would never be. life doesn't trust or give optimists. at least this is the case where I come from.
Where I come from is the biggest story, here we are born on a volcanic crater; wars, conflicts, poverty, struggle, death, a mixture of everything and nothing makes the mosaic that forms the personality of everybody here. Right here we learn the hard way what freedom is, we didn't need Karl Popper to know all about Dogma, Ideology, and Terror. Dogmatic is the way we love, Ideology is our morning greetings, and Terror is the way our days pass; an explosion here an air strike there, a massacre there an assassination here.
We are born the way we are, ruined with war, blood, tears, and fire. In the beginning we wake to the sounds of fireshots, years of going through the same experience made it easy for us even for little kids to differentiate between the sound of M16 and AK47. The rest of the day we'd enjoy slogans. Slogans in the books, slogans on the walls, even slogans on toilet paper. At a moment we came to believe that life can simply be categorized into right and wrong, white and black, truth and lie, imagery victories and endless failures and defeats we witness every single second. We searched here and there for a new home, a place of whiteness and purity, paradise? Eldorado? We understood such things aren't on earth, at least they aren't meant to be the destiny of our generation.
We understood that life just regenerates itself in a repetitive manner, nothing but like a broken record. A circle of life surrounded by three circles of death, melancholy, and futility. Here, in the deepest core of nothingness lays the greatest wings of hope, there in the sole circle of life; love smiles, dreams bloom, kisses can be heard louder, higher, stronger than rockets, missiles, bombs, bullets and death.
Life here my friends, isn’t mono-colored, but still, Gaza is unique, genuine, and never changing.
Walking carefully watching your every step as you pass through this social, political, and religious mines field, you'd get astonished by excessive extravagance vs. excessive poverty, excessive religious fanaticism vs. positive atheism, revenge vs. forgiveness and tolerance. Thou art poor, thou art poor, if you didn't experience Gaza, if you missed living within thousands of contradictions, thou art poor if you didn't hang out with these people, didn't witness phoenix burn to raise again from the ashes.
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