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Heavy when compared to an ordinary key like the ones we know and use today, simple in creation, safety is the reason of its formation, and it symbolizes the past. Tangibly maybe useless today, ok, but of means they are, for those keys symbolize the truth and hold the past that lives deep in the hearts of millions; the past that they have lived and died to erase, but mission impossible and will remain impossible; and they, they will live and die and continue that way, though the past they have been trying to eliminate will remain in their hearts and souls, and out of their will never disappear, for if that happens they win and we loose. The right could be lost when its not protected or not believed in. However, truth loosing is absolutely impossible in the Palestinian case; it is not an option. For the reason that we believe in, and we protect, so live and die, and live and die, and as long as the right is not retained, it will remain in our souls and hearts.
That truth is the key and the key is the truth; the key to Africa and the key toAsia, and just imagine what treasures each contain. Ask yourself why would someone want to steel the truth? Those keys open doors for houses, villages, and cities. They weren’t able to steel the keys; however, mattering is of less to them. The keys they don’t need, for the door could be broken into, and as that happens, the hearts of their owners break. “How come?”, you may think. I say that their hearts with their homes are connected, so again they might have taken the homes, but the truth will remain in the hearts and connected to the souls, and as long as the truth is not retained, and it shall, they will remain living, dying, and failing.
Last year I remember my mother and her brothers opening an old room for their parents that had became too old and unsuitable to stay in beside the family villa, but the villa, for the old couple, was that room, and the so-called villa was what is not suitable to stay in. In the room were trays, plates, cookers, clothes, furniture, and balls. All old and beautiful, all fabricated and decorated beautifully. Everything was hand-made and hand-carved. I imagined a picture where everything is in nature, from nature, and natural is how it is done.
I love my mother, for she cares about every thing that means to her the connection to the land, and desire for return, and the soul connections to the parents. While they thought of most of the stuff in the room to be old and un-useful, she took her share and the things they didn’t want. She sat in the room with a story to tell about each piece she holds between her arms, and all I did was dream standing, flashes of pictures crossed my inner-eye. My thoughts were like something recorded and I was going back in memory but it stopped at a very near point and how could it still rewind in the past and all I have lived was as if it was yesterday. I listened and stored her words that described the village and the house while holding decorative plates made of wood or aluminum between her arms as if there was a map she follows, she could see, but we could not.
Each piece had a story behind it to be told. She stood up, there was a cupboard, wooden and old, but I could swear that it is stronger than similar ones done today. She opened it, and inside there was the Palestinian thawb, I remember asking about its cost in a store, and it was worth more than a thousand Shekels. For gods sake, even the clothes told stories; however, the story to be actually told was beneath the clothes where the keys laid for years. Of no use they said those keys are; my sister grabbed them as if they’re gold, of use they are to me, she said. To her, it is as if they were spoils of war. Happy was my mother to see the daughter carrying such concern, and in such speed reacting to save such treasure from extinction. Of no tangible use, that could be true, but the lesson I say, is what’s of use for youth to learn, that we have a land we are obliged to return to, if not soon in real, then now in thoughts and soul.
That was a year before, and now and I swear: the taste is different, the smell is different, the dream is absolutely different, and let me tell you, the eye eats before the mouth and so does the nose, so if food looks and smells good the taste would be guaranteed; great. Last year when we brought some plates and cookers home from that old room of my grandparents, I used nothing but those old wooden bowls with this wooden stick to make my salad with some olives and its oil. With bits of salt sprayed I eat my salad, I live the dream, the dream that will become true. The truth will prevail because it’s a promise, not from me and not from you, but from our creator, so let’s obey might the truth be.
Walking and tears dropping on the floor and without choice I had to prepare myself to death. Whispering to myself, will they wipe us out , will everything stop ,my dreams , my hopes .
And then… Where will the love go and where will the flowers flow. But surrendering is not a choice to me. I was repeating victory poems while collecting my things, within my inner mind, there were echoes of silence addressing the world, where is your Humanity, where are the advocators of human laws that aim to protect and serve.
“The Israeli forces are at the end of our street” my brother said, “no choice to escape“, he added. I baffled and paniced, speeded up my steps towards my shelve to pick up things my Grandma gave me, that medal carved in it the Palestinian flag and the key of return. I took some pictures of my fancy childhood, putting them in my bag, looking at the remaining things, My files, the yellow box I bought with my cousin, and my books I bought from my own pocket money. Those slips of papers from my beloved people, my pictures on the wall, the new clothes I bought to wear in that party we were preparing for, all that will soon be destroyed; I even questioned my own survival. I tightened up my bag, wiping my wounded tears; condoling thatnothing will remain in my heart except nice remembrances and hope.
With sudden jarring of the floor, a trespass upon our zone, tanks and bulldozers surrounding all buildings in the place, all family were distress.
Mummy closed the doors and windows for safety, my father with my big brothers were seeking protection, my siblings with my pregnant brother’s sat on the floor with doing nothing.
Stealthily, I went peeking from that broken window to see what’s happening outside, more than 17 tanks were settled, I catch the eye on those who were eating seeds and others getting their heads out of the tanks, and the bulldozer rewinding the planted areas, some were putting wires around buildings in the area. I heard a knock on the door that pulled my attention away from concentrating on this terrifying view.
With a quick stand, I reached the door looking through the door lens seeing our neighbors gasping and asking what shall we do?? We told them in hurry to come to our flat; it might be safer than theirs. My young siblings, my brother’s wife, our neighbors, and some more, we all were trapped in the house.5 hours after the Israeli soldiers reached our zone, taking their location and distributing themselves among the buildings. They started bombing and striking bombs randomly .They began to take action of their criminal Plan. Many Bombs were thrown toward our building; fire ate every single thing,
We were waiting to die, we reached death station, every voice of bombs we hear from one side, make us move to the other side, thinking wrongly, it would be safer! As if we were in a horror movie.
I never stopped peeping from the broken window, this time I saw one tank moving its artillery to a near place. I turned with a bended back toward the commodore, with a big explosion in our building without knowing in which floor , you can’t scream , you can’t walk , you have to lean yourself on the floor not to make shadows, to ask in silence, it was our language that day .
Electronic wires were cut, transmitter station was ruined. The soldiers opened fire on water drums and barrels of water with apertures everywhere .Minutes later, we would find no water , no light and no communication network ,but few candles and some water mum has saved for need .
we were isolated..!
My father prevented us to open any door which leads to rooms in our flat, “we don’t want them know we are here” he said, otherwise we will all be killed. I wanted to check if there was any damage in our room. I tried to open the door, but another series of bombs stopped me. Fear and the peak of frightening feelings settled upon us, they began throwing the firing bombs. Smoke was frightening us more than rockets and bombs; it was the slowing down of death.
My young sister was talking to herself, looking at the blazing fire behind the window “I don’t want to be killed by smoke, rockets and bombs are much better …”I interrupted her asking why?, “I don’t want to see any of you dying in front of me by throttle, wanting air , smoke will kill the weakest , the rocket might kill us at once “she said.
Flame of fire reached the fourth floor, Curtains caught fire, the windows glass smashed and broke, and no way to put out this fire. We used white cloth to put on our noses to breath air, no place to protect us from smoke. It was everywhere.
“Shall I open the window for oxygen mum,” asked my sister. With no answer, my mother began to look for a safe place without smoke, but there was no. she hold them and went to my brother’s room.
We stopped peeping at the window, knowing nothing about what is happening outside, the situation got worse, and the voice of helicopters above us throwing rockets to the building waiting for the minute the land gulps us all. Closing our eyes, holding our hearts, and saying: “Ya – Allah”. We all were repeating after my mother’s praying and with one voice we said “Ya- Allah. “Abutted upon my knees, raised my hands to pray for mercy and for rain… “Please Allah be with us “
“Where can we go Dad,“ my brother asked. Silence was all the answer.
I went to the toilet, to escape from fire to find fire inside .where I thought to be with no fire flames and smoke, but more badly, the wall was boiling, I couldn’t even touch it.
My elder brother lightened a candle to have a chance to see in front of us , we were all setting beside each other ,I contained my young sister in my ribs ,hugging her all time , she eased off her arms upon my chest , and closed her eyes and gone asleep.
Looking to my brother’s wife, I was afraid for her to abort after this strained day. I was thinking, how one of us can bless those children in this hard time, Thinking about that strange winter that passed upon us, with no rain.
We stayed till 9 pm, smoke began lessen and vanished, without knowing if the Israeli are still in the place or withdrew. I opened my eyes to pray, in the gloomy night, but I couldn’t move, otherwise ill awake my small sister who’s sleeping beside me. I didn’t know what time it was , I looked right and left I just saw the blackish night, took a breath and a tear of mine dropped on my sisters cheek awakened and paniced her. She flopped on me and began crying.
All members of my family woke up and didn’t grasp what happened, we all got up looking around, finding no sound, and silence controlled all the surroundings.
I went in a hurry to my room, looking and checking my things, the injured dove amazed me, pooh!! Even this dove is a purpose. What’s this wrong?? What’s this guilt?? Damage was everywhere, smoke and broken glass on the floor, halls in the wall, Files of mine were disorganized, books, everything was targeted, shrapnel’s were everywhere.
O Palestine, to you I will express my sorrow, there’s no tears in my eyes, all have been dried, to your eyes I tell my sadness. My eyes were deprived of sleeping, afraid that my dreams would escape! Why is the life painful? When heart suffers from what is happening, When the echo of groans are grief, we are still living of what is called “humanity”.
Like a bird her day starts with the morning before sunrise, like a rose when the first rays of the sun, shine the drops of water that the dew causes. Clear as a blue sky in the afternoon, when she stands she is understood, she’s not bluer she’s a focused view, she’s no harm she’s only good, like no other I’ve ever known, for all she knows is good. I’ve touched no soul like here’s, and I doubt anyone did.
she is full of knowledge, love, spirit, care, and power. She has the most sensitive brave heart, she is always there for those she loves, she gives with no request, she senses the need and fulfills. She is full of pride, and loves others to be proud. Kind like few I’ve known. She loves life and peace; she loves the heavens and work on earth seeking the entrance ticket.
She is a magnet stronger than you would imagine, she is a source of attraction, not exactly beauty I mean, however, beautiful she is, but the meaning of beauty goes way beyond the facial features, it touches the heart and the soul. I’ve known her not for quit long, but I should have had a relation with her throughout my life, and that’s a regret I have, but not anymore, for I have forgiven myself, and relief for oneself starts by forgiveness.
I lived my child hood and she was my companionship, but I didn’t realize, I lived as a boy, she was my love, I registered absence for hundreds of days drifting myself away, absence that made my heart grow founder, I could no more stand the pain, so then came the day to say I’m back, and never, never absent again. I lived as a young man and she was the spirit of my life, and she was the source that made me. Since then, our souls have been attached in a way no force in the world could bring us apart.
She grew old, I did too, and it was about time we did, about time we knew the truth and walked along that road that we all must pass, no choices, no alternatives, it’s the road of truth, every step, drops a year of your life, and as that happens we celebrate and say happy birth day to you my love.
She gave me life, she gave me love, she gave me dreams, and she gave me hope and what more would I want. However, I was not the denying type of person; in return, I shared it all with here. Walked along pathways that lead to the road of truth, together we managed survival, nothing was easy, but all was a must. The truth is painful, not some times, but most of the time. I knew then, it was enough. I never knew I was a selfish fool, but what condoles me is, …. We are all the same, I even new facts earlier.
It’s my turn now, this is what I thought, but her tenderness never rests. There are no terns in this I figured, so as I received I gave, I loved my lover back, I was just and fair, and her I helped.
When she cry’s, my heart drips tears, but my eyes are not allowed, and I swear if I let them it’ll be a muddle. When she gets sensitive, I lose my sense and address mind with logic. She is the love that I will support and stand up for, and I shall for as long as I live. However, whatever sacrifice I made for her, I found. How? I have no idea! And this is a secret I reveal, but then I knew, that this is something telling me never to give up.
Wise is Reinhart Fuchs for this (blood is thicker than water).
By: A.B Migdad
Every place is different, every person is different, unique differences make people and nations special, “O mankind! We have created you male and female, and have made you nations and tribes that ye may know one another“. From hear comes the importance of travel, communication, and globalization. Gaza plays the role perfectly, where it communicates with the whole world by exporting. However, I believe that Gaza is one of few that engage in this kind of exporting. Gaza leads in exporting means of freedom to the world. The Gazan soul is free, their hearts surf the sky’s, and this mean is perceived quite fast by people in Gaza, but keeping them from appearing that way are many components one of which is man.
Obvious, and unarguable among two intelligent, that we live in a world that could be described as conflicting in all its aspects. When conflict is mentioned it is a great deal, and conflicts result in huge misconceptions and mislead people, leading to undesired consequences, worse of which is (HATE) which may sound simple but its total chaos. Don’t you forget, its humans were talking about they could be devils or angels. All those undesired consequences are clear, and everyone is aware of, but does anyone care to care? Apparently, economies of some countries are built on war industry so there has to be a victim to be bullied. Be smart and guess who is doing the bullying, and who is the victim?
Denying efforts of those that want to build and want to spread freedom all over the world is non of our ethics. For that is a message we adopt, sacrifice our time and effort for achieving, and some go beyond that and sacrifice the most precious. In the day of freedom the waves of the Mediterranean Sea carry the blood of the legends of freedom to the shores of Gaza city. The message of freedom, unity, and love we wish to see grow and concur the globe, those freedom activists wrote the first letters of freedom, and the ink was their blood. However, this might be bothering to some nations or some people, the idea of freedom and care among nations might be faced with resistance and un-acceptance. Well, we are denied the right to travel, and others are denied the opportunity to visit Gaza, why might that be?… Simply because the deniers refuse to build and contribute in brightening, instead they choose darkening man kind’s minds.
Meeting with many people in different positions, from different countries, with different backgrounds, and different believes, resulted in comprehending an outcome which appeared to be mutual, we all desire to exchange cultures, thoughts, ideas, develop and build bridges among nations and build individual friendships. However, applying that to Gaza strip seems not to be possible, and reasons behind that are apparent. Gaza caries truth within it, such truth terrifies. All those afraid from the Palestinian Gazan truth to spread all over the world support the idea of maintaining Gaza hand cuffed and mouth shut. I am a Palestinian and I tell you that we face bad with good, and this is ethics we have learned.
Palestinians are simple people that ask for nothing other than the right, the right that any human deserves in the world. They demand that the monopoly of information and media brakes. They demand an opportunity to change the naive thinking that puts the victim in the same category with the violator of all human laws, an opportunity to shut the naive voices that deny Palestinians the right of resistance in its simplest forms. People in Gaza have stored ambitions to explore the world and share the truth, share the culture, contribute in building a good peaceful world community. Finally the demand is “for the right not to be denied”.
As if it’s a flue carried by wind, infecting nearby places leaving no choice for any person to avoid the infection, truth is; once it hits, people aware each other on how to make the flue spread out faster. Each time the flue is stronger, the damage is painful, and the cure is nothing other than changing the head itself and replacing it with a new clean one. It’s common that such disastrous times are fought by the authorities, and the people were always the strongest and most powerful partner for those authorities to end the pain and misery. However, this flue is different, those times are different, a time where the authorities fight and the people spread the flue, and in cases up to this day the authorities fail & loose, and the people create the cure, they simply removed the head peacefully, if not, then by force, then replaced it with a new clean on.
Flue of freedom, revolution, it’s the flue that brings up power in oneself and eliminates fear. Making people that had been neglected by their own reach to a state of mind that makes them willingly give up their lives for a cause that had always been their faith.
Breezes that started in North Africa carrying power and a cure for fear, and all people had to do was take a deep breath in and their tuned. From the north of that dark peninsula to South Asia and before that, the East of the Arabian Peninsula, every one now is in a state of mind that leads to freedom and peace, most importantly; a state of mind that won’t allow terror, does not accept weakness, rejects to follow, and the last word is theirs with no comments.
From the North to the East to the South, from country to another the same scenario had been followed, once… twice… and more than that but the head rotten disturbed the minds of leaders in revolted Arab countries. They just won’t learn the lesson peacefully; it had to be the hard way. Each of them thought that they are in a better situation than others, truth is, all of them lived a disease ego that necessitated them going through hell on earth planet, but no one is to blame because it was their choice all along, and the equation gave a perfect outcome, sensitive and specific as if it was nuclear chemistry.
The result of the equation was an explosion in the face of injustice, in the faces of those that do facelifts once a while, and mislead their own people; for God’s sake their hair was never seen white even after crossing the age of seventy, well, it’s not about the outside, now the barbaric, crewel, unfaithful, shameful, betrayal, sick inside is a mainstream worldwide and still the west is hesitant to let go of those trash!!!!!! , well… at least not until they made sure that those trash are losing cards which they can’t afford to hold anymore.
And the story continues.
By: AB Migdad
نحن الشعوب العربية, دعونى قول اننا تراب بلادنا العزيزة على قلوبنا و التى نفخر ان نكون منها, و لكن التراب يداس بالاحذية, و أحذية هذا الزمان هم حكام العرب, و الحذاء يغطى القدم ليحميها, و لكن اذا إهترأ الحذاء فإنه يرمى فى المزابل, أما مقصدى من الاحديه انها ترمى إلى مزابل التارخ.
و قد سجلت هذه الجزم (الحكام العرب) فى اراشيف مزابل التارخ منذ زمن بعيد, و بالامس القريب يرمى الشعب التونسى و المصرى (كنادر هرتها الحكومات المحتلة لبلادنا, دخيل الله … 20 و 30 سنه الواحد بيلبس كندره ……. اى الواحد الى مش لاقى يوكل بيغبر الكندره تعتوا سنويا على الاقل), المهم. اليوم تحتوى مزابل التارخ على اشخاص و العاقبة عند آخرين, و قاتل الله عدوا البشر القدافى, فابواب مزبلة التاريخ تفتتح لهذا الجبان, فأقول للشعب الليبى الحبيب إرمى فلن تخطئ الهدف.
نحن الشعوب العربية لا فرق بيننا, ارادونا مفرقين, لكن خابو و خسروا, أنا فلسطينى و بهذة الكلمت البسيطة أقول أحبكم يا مصريين, احبكم يا تونسيون, اخبكم يا ليبيون ما أغظمكم, أحبك يا أردن, يا عراق, يا يمن, يا لبنان, يا تركيا, يا سوريا, يا خليج, و كل الشعوب الحرة فى العالم. و استسمحكم عذرا يا أحرار العرب, فيما مضى كنت لا احبكم لانى كنت ألقى من سوء الاحترام و البهدله ما لا يلقاة إلا الفلسطينى فى المطارات المصرية و على المعبر, ولكن هذا لن يكون بعد اليوم حتى لو بقى الامر على حالة, و اعدكم انة لن يصدر منى إلا الحب لكم.
أدعو و كلى امل ….. فليحب كل عربى الاخر, لا نفرق بين بلد و بلد, لا حقد بيننا. \\\ (فرق تسد) هكذا أرادها أرباب هذا الزمان, و الحق أقول … نجحوا … \\\ فإذا إستمرينا فى فرقتنا نكون قد عبدنا أرباب هذا الزمان من دون الله سواء كنا مسلمون او مسيحيون. و هم اليوم يبحثون عن أخذيه جديدة يلبسونها بدل تلك التى رميت إلى مزابل التاريخ.
لا تكن لاعدائنا حذاء
فليذهب أعداؤنا إلى الجحييييييييم
One not two, not green alone not yellow alone not white not blue not red, what we wanted was red, black, white and green all in one, and one held up high alone. With faith and power, with hope and determination we planned for Palestine to be UP and otherwise not necessarily down, but at least away, if not forever which I prefer, at least just for the moment away. However, being away just seemed to be bothering for those who aborted the efforts of loyal Palestinian youth.
I’m not the kind that does this, but I cried. My heart bleeds right now, and will remain until all there is of blood in me drains away, and I’m sure you all share this feeling with me.
But listen up people, we always say that there is no winner both sides are losers, but NO not this time, this time every one that broke the demonstrations rules lost big time.
Every tide has an edd
Palestine up, otherwise down.
By: A.B M