It’s been a very long since I actually have written something creative. I think it’s because of the lack of inspiration. Or maybe, which I rather think of as, that my life has been dramatically changing from almost all aspects, for the better.
on a lighter note, I can’t seem to find the paragraphs in my posts smoothly transitioning. I know they don’t smoothly transition and I do realize it’s not an easy thing to do. But finding something new to write about every single week isn’t really my thing because I know when I want to write, I write what can be very heart-touching or amazing to the point that one could never imagine how very much detailed or simply put one can do.
Tuning another page for another note, I don’t know whether I should feel sorry, pity, hate or even disgust for those who would give up something tens of thousands would kill for, a Palestinian nationality, for an American one. I am done hiding things in my heart and mind and it’s time to take it all off my chest. I am probably one of those people who wears his heart on his sleeves, but not when it comes to things that can never be stood. Saying that you feel truly sorry for having to throw the Palestinian nationality for a Green Card is simply pitying. We all know that deep inside you’ve always been wishing that you’ve never come to Gaza or lived any moment of your life here. But saying it out loud for everyone to read that you’re really sad that you no longer will be a holder of that for this one is not and is never an excuse which is totally, completely, absolutely refused and is unacceptable by all means.
Nothing is more honoring yet dooming at the same time than being a Palestinian. It’s a bragging right you’re born with. Something many, many people would kill for. Kill a zionist of course. Don’t bother to explain to me how a lot better it is to exchange your Palestinian citizenship for an American one because if this means something it means that you’ve given up on Palestine, Palestinians, and more importantly the Palestinian cause.
Thousands of people have been killed, wounded, and detained by the israel occupation in Palestine fighting to hard a stone, a slingshot and a bare chest, trying their utmost to free whatever they can from the holy land of Palestine that has been and is being raped before the eyes of the millions for over 64 years and counting.
I’m not trying to act all patriot and all Palestine-lover here. I’m saying things from the top of my head, and I believe that many other believe the same. I know that we all hate life in Gaza which is gradually becoming difficult to the point where only us Palestinians can live through, yet wake up with a bright smile every morning hoping for a better day and a brighter future. That’s when every inch is liberated.
Palestine isn’t a place to easily adapt living in. But it’s your homeland. Your destiny. Your grandparents were buried here. Fathers, brothers and sisters. Those are not numbers. Those names with faces that once had the same smile on.
And if there’s a reason why you’re alive, it’s because you’re to help your brothers and sisters free Palestine. If you disagree, know that Palestine has disowned you. And once this happens, there’s no way back.