Dear Hill

I used to run up your winding roads
Any route, I knew them all so well
Occasionally I would get knocked down
But it didn’t matter, I would climb you again

I’m tired of getting knocked down so I walk around you instead
It takes longer to reach the top but I’ll still find a way ahead

Hill I struggled around you with all my will
And not even my will, the will of others made me climb you again and again against my wishes
They made me climb you even though I pleaded to stop
I don’t want to reach the dreaded place up high at the top (where I am vulnerable)
But they forced me to climb you
But just as I settle at your peak
I’m thrown down again

So my dear Hill
I cannot climb you anymore
I stay at the bottom where I am safe and secure
I lay low and cry
Now who can knock me down as I lay here and hide?
I stay beneath you traveling back and forth
I dare not climb you
I will never travel north

Here I’ll stay for the rest of my days
Or until another Hill is presented in my way

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About Nader Elkhuzundar

Nader Elkhuzundar is a commentator on Palestinian affairs and Co-founder of Beyond Compromise ( Elkhuzundar occasionally freelances for The Guardian, International Business Times, and others. He's a social media enthusiast and tech savvy with particular interest in new technologies and analytics, and enjoys reading over Arabic coffee and dark chocolate.
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One Response to Dear Hill

  1. Amatullah says:

    Salamaates dear Nadoo,

    Thanks for sharing this post. I’d like to bring up some little sparks of hope over here but I feel like it’s gonna be helpless. Let’s wait for a new hill, which may help you jump to that highest point you yearn for.
    Fi kol shi khayr.


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