If I were a Gazan…

My imaginations after the war, if I were a Gazan…

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.

 


21 thoughts on “If I were a Gazan…

  1. A blinding flash of white light 
    Lit up the sky over gaza tonight 
    People running for cover 
    Not knowing whether they’re dead or alive 

    They came with their tanks and their planes 
    With ravaging fiery flames 
    But nothing remains 
    Just a voice rising up in the smoky haze 

    We will not go down 
    In the night without a fight 
    You can burn up our mosques and our homes and our schools 
    But our spirit will never die 
    We will not go down 
    In gaza tonight 

    Women and children alike 
    Murdered and massacred night after night 
    While the so-called leaders from afar 
    Debated on who’s wrong or right 

    But their powerless words were in vain 
    When the bombs fell like acid rain 
    But through the tears and the blood and the pain 
    You can still hear that voice through the smoky haze 

    We will not go down 
    In the night without a fight 
    You can burn up our mosques 
    And our homes and our schools  
    But our spirits will never die 
    We will not go down in gaza tonight 

    1. Thank you very much 😉
      Actually the company that runs WordPress before 4 years have no country that’s called Palestine. Lately Palestine is on the map but most of the times the word Israel is used instead of Palestine…

  2. I could feel the pain in the poem. Sadly, this and much worst is everyday fact of those in Gaza. May Allah save our brothers and sisters from oppressors. Aameen

    1. Assalamoalykom my dear Haya
      First welcome to my blog 😉😉 enjoy reading as much as you want.
      Indeed Gaza is the non-stop bleeding wound in the body of the Ummah
      May Allah save us all from oppressors
      Salam Haya and thanks for your comment😃

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