The large wall, where the gate of Bab Al-Amoud merged its shoulders within it, combined of two large towers. Like ‘Mashrabiyat’ in Khan Al-Khalili, small stone orients were projected from the towers and supported by short thick beautiful braids. On the top of the large wall, couples of Olympic flames are kindled by the sun at daytime. At night the flames solidified and appeared as Ottomans soldiers’ wearing old army hats protecting the inside city from any sudden attack. Thick chains with chunky pendants necklace has been placed kindly on the neck of the gate. Sprinkled magnificent jewels were sewed with the gown of the wall. Bab Al-Amoud will always remain the spectacular gate for Al-Aqsa Mosque.
My imaginations after the war, if I were a Gazan…
If I were a Gazan, I would first wipe the black ashes away off my face, clean my glasses and bend down to flick the dust off my clothes.
If I were a Gazan, I would see some parents telling me: Look at this photo… Look at this amazing child… He’s now in heaven, his father would add.
If I were a Gazan, I would wish that I didn’t attend the summer course and be away from my family.
If I were a Gazan, I would be grateful… extremely grateful to Allah that my family is still alive.
If I were a Gazan, I wouldn’t know if I were the only survival of my whole family.
If I were a Gazan, I wouldn’t be sure whether my friends surname would be erased from the files in the ministry of interior or not.
If I were a Gazan, I would remember how very panic I was in the apartment corridor due to the voices of the rockets. The voices were so near… so close. My little cousins were sitting beside me telling me not to be afraid. I kept my eye on them, they were smiling. I would remember when I was breathing heavily, trying to open my mouth. I would want to say something to them… want to cry, to shout. They were fearless. The building was shelled. I was the only survival there. I didn’t see those little children again.
If I were a Gazan, I would grieve not because of my ruined home, not because of my charming garden, not because of losing my beloved ones, not because of my bed which is now divided into two parts, not because of my broken mirror, not because of my burnt clothes, not because of that wired shape furniture that had been smashed… but because of losing the most valuable books… O my humble library…
If I were a Gazan, I would find the geology book… the only survival book… I would open it… my eyes would read: “This zone was considered dead land however after the volcano explosion this earth back to life again”. At that time I would be very optimistic. I would wish that Gaza would back again to life quickly.
If I were a Gazan, I would cry loudly somewhere. I would find a place where no one can hear or see me crying…but… there’s not even a single tree I could sit under it… I would eventually gave up and think about crying silently.
If I were a Gazan, I would compose the symphony of being alive.
If I were a Gazan, I wouldn’t wear like mourning woman… I’m homeless. My clothes which I was wearing now are treasure, at least for me.
If I were a Gazan, I would smile, for nothing… I mean I would like to try practice smiling.
If I were a Gazan, I might be without my left leg, without the right one… or without the both.
If I were a Gazan, I might be without my right hand, without the left one… or without the both.
If I were a Gazan, I might be blind.
If I were a Gazan, I might be deaf.
If I were a Gazan, I would know what patience means.
If I were a Gazan, I would know what tolerance means.
If I were a Gazan, I would know what belief means.
In the past Gaza slapped strongly Ariel Sharon (the serial murderer), he fled like a chicken with his coward army and called that “Withdrawing”. After a couple of years, he remained in a permanent vegetative state until his death.
So… what is going to happen to Netanyahu after this war?
No one knows, but he closed his mobile phone and disappeared.
BOYCOTT your ENEMY
BOYCOTT Israeli Products
Boycott for the sake of our children and infants who die every second
Boycott for the sake of these little pale orphans who are calling for their parents. The orphans who are crying while sleeping on the floor of their schools
Boycott for the sake of the fathers who lost all their families, their wives, their sons and their daughters. The men who lost their grandsons their granddaughters
Boycott for the sake of not being a part in this bloody genocide.
Boycott for the sake of sending smiles to Gaza instead of guns, bombs, rockets and missiles
Boycott for the sake of the pregnant women who were shelled while they were sleeping quietly
Boycott for the sake of the burnt people, people whom we can’t recognize their faces
Boycott for the sake of the Palestinians blood which flow in the roads
Boycott for the sake of the destruction foodstuff factories at Gaza
Boycott for the sake of the houses and large buildings which become ashes and dust
Boycott for the sake of the Humanity
All thanks to the countries that are boycotting Israeli products
All thanks to the individuals who are boycotting Israeli products
All thanks to the activists who are boycotting Israeli products
All humanity call for “PEACE“
In demonstrations you see people cry for “PEACE“
Human Rights for “PEACE“
We ALL know Nobel “PEACE” prize,
It’s given to people who establish wars
It’s given to people who commit massacres, race cleansing and genocides
It’s given to people who have murder genetics inside their cells
It’s given to people who did nothing to the humanity but destruction and grieve
It’s given to people who kill civilians with cold blood
It’s given to people who use forbidden weapons
It’s given to people who give grants and gifts to the one who kills children
It’s given to people who support all the above.
What does “PEACE” means?!
PEACE is an Undefined Word
PEACE is meaningless
PEACE is useless
PEACE is Fake
PEACE is Unreal
PEACE is a Lie
STOP TELLING US ABOUT PEACE
Where’s Cinderella, that owns this shoe?!
Where’s Cinderella, the one that her little feet can fit in this shoe?!
Is she still keeping the other shoe?!
Should we visit every home in Gaza Kingdom to know this little princess?!
Should we visit every home in Gaza Kingdom to let every girl try to wear this shoe?!
Should we visit every hospital in Gaza Kingdom to understand why her shoe is stained with blood?!
But we don’t see houses
Everything we see is a mess
Everything we see is piles over piles of stones
Everything we see is deep holes in earth
Everything we see is a huge amount of dust
Everything we see is bombs, missiles and rockets
Everything we see is black
Everything we see is grey
Everything we see is dead princesses
Everything we see is dead Cinderella little girls
Maybe the hospital she was in, DESTROYED, during the shelling
Is this little Cinderella under a treatment or under an operation?
Is that little beauty still ALIVE???!!!
Originally posted on THE CRAZY CRONE'S ARTY-FARTY STUDIO:
Yesterday I looked
Into the empty skull of a
Face intact, back of head
blown away, smashed, empty skull, no brains.
And Father, weeping, imploring
his son to come alive
And play with his favourite toy.
I saw a photo of a young girl
Her face pock marked with shrapnel wounds
A tear escaping her eye
As she died.
We don’t see these images in the West because
we are coddled and swaddled from
images that might upset our delicate/sensitive/fragile/exquisite
Tears for the Palestinian people
Washing away the silence of genocide
Israel: cossetted and armed
by the American military-industrial complex
because waging war on Palestinian people
Israel – supported in its murderous actions
by Murdoch’s empire/CNN/NBC/ABC/BBC/Establishment media.
So I heed a call by a Palestinian:
Why the silence on Palestinian deaths?
5 dead Israelis;
so far 333 dead Palestinians:
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