People often ask “how can the Palestinians take all of this” ?? Or “how come are you so strong” ?? ..
Despite all pain, destruction and murder the Israeli occupation has caused the love for our land is the fuel that keep us going.
The words of Mahmoud Darwish reflect what is in our hearts
"On this land, there is what is worth living for"
Palestinian children play on the beach in Gaza City during a humanitarian ceasefire, on August 5, 2014.
My name is Gaza. Do you see me? What if you were in my place?
We are a constellation of scars,
finding only consolation in stars
when the lights refuse to spark,
as we mourn the dead in the dark.
You are a symphony of silence,
merchants of misguidance,
and as a bystander of violence
you, too, are as guilty as a tyrant.
This land is a museum of destruction
orchestrated by ill instruction,
with little left for discussion
guided by hate and moral corruption.
Pray now for the deceased,
the ones who were forced to leave
before they could actually flee. Tell me:
are you not grateful you are not me?
My father’s brother, Ismail al-Ghoul, 60, was not a member of Hamas. His wife, Khadra, 62, was not a militant of Hamas. Their sons, Wael, 35, and Mohammed, 32, were not combatants for Hamas. Their daughters, Hanadi, 28, and Asmaa, 22, were not operatives for Hamas, nor were my cousin Wael’s children, Ismail, 11, Malak, 5, and baby Mustafa, only 24 days old, members of Islamic Jihad, the Popular Front for the Liberation of Palestine or Fatah. Yet, they all died in the Israeli shelling that targeted their home at 6:20 a.m. on Sunday morning.
If it is Hamas that you hate, let me tell you that the people you are killing have nothing to do with Hamas. They are women, children, men and senior citizens whose only concern was for the war to end, so they can return to their lives and daily routines.
But let me assure you that you have now created thousands — no, millions — of Hamas loyalists, for we all become Hamas if Hamas, to you, is women, children and innocent families. If Hamas, in your eyes, is ordinary civilians and families, then I am Hamas, they are Hamas and we are all Hamas.
Now, the house and its future memories have been laid to waste, its children taken to early graves. Homes and recollections bombed into oblivion, their inhabitants homeless and lost, just as their camp always had been.
Never ask me about peace again."
What’s left of Gaza?
You can see our artwork from the swing ride 😎