If Gaza had not experienced a long period of chaos.
I would never have known the people of Gaza.
Been in contact with them through all social media accounts.
Created a deep mental and emotional bond for more than a year.

Usually every day I always thought about them and worried about them.
They always told me whatever was happening and what they were experiencing.
Fear , suffering , sadness , bitterness , tiredness , anxiety.
The feeling of loss the beautiful past , trapped in the painful present and questioned the uncertain future.
I also felt all of that every day until I felt no longer normal.
I lost sanity in my mind and my soul.
I lost enjoyment and pleasure in anything.
I lost my spirit to live.
My life became a mess because I worried too much about their fates.
They were always threatened death everywhere.

When they felt fragile I gave them words of encouragement.
When they felt sad I gave them words of comfort.
When they were in despair I gave them words of hope.
Every day I was always there for them.
Virtually accompanied them through a long chaos full of suffering.

I also felt happy when they shared memories of the past.
Talked about nostalgia of their colorful past lives.
Their peaceful homes and neighborhoods.
Beautiful corners of their cities.
Their favorite places and streets.
Their pleasant habits.
Their fun moments.
All of that made me engrossed.

I was also happy when they shared about their daily life in the refugee camp.
They tried to enjoy whatever they could still enjoy.
They tried to do whatever they could still do.
Even though each day was full of difficulties , limitations and dangers. They could always smile and laugh.
As Mahmoud Darwish said.
We love life whenever we can.

Now that the long chaos in Gaza has ended.
I feel so happy and relieved just like them.
I no longer have to think and worry about them every day.
They have regained peaceful days without any threats.
They can celebrate euphoria full of joy.

But I also feel sadness.
This means it's time to say goodbye to them.
I have to go back to restoring my messy life.
Likewise , they have to rebuild their lives that have been destroyed.
So this is a farewell.
I will always miss them all.
Relationships with Gazans are the best thing that happened in the worst time.
I am grateful to have gotten to know Gazans.
See you all in the good time.


January 2025

By Alvian Eleven

After 470 days of being trapped in long chaos.
The people of Gaza can now feel relieved.
They can sleep soundly without fear of being bombarded.
They can eat well without having to go hungry again.
They can look at the clear sky without jet planes , helicopters , drones and quadcopters flying around.
They can hear the birds chirping without being disturbed by the buzzing of the zananas.
They can sing and dance until they are satisfied.
They can pray and bury the martyrs in peace.
And the morgue at the hospitals has been locked without a single corpse.
That's a good new normal for the people of Gaza.
So let the good roll on.


January 2025

By Alvian Eleven

After more than a year of long chaos in Gaza has finally ended.
The people of Gaza cheered and sang happily on the streets.
Celebrated the ceasefire and gratitude for surviving through the endless days of hell.
Now the hell is over and they can breathe a sigh of relief.
They are preparing to return to their destroyed homes.
Riding donkey carts with their family while smiling and keep saying.
Alhamdulillah... alhamdulillah... alhamdulillah...


January 2025

By Alvian Eleven

Konbanwa Furusawa San !
You are like a modern ronin.
Fighting alone to support Palestine.
Four seasons have passed and you are still fighting.
In the middle of the hustle and bustle of Tokyo.
Full of apathetic people.
People coming home from work.
People enjoying the nightlife.
People carrying lots of shopping.
No one cares about you.
But you still speak out loud.
Speak out tirelessly for Palestine.
Trying to make people aware that genocide is happening in Gaza.
Even though people ignore you but you still try tirelessly.

Ganbatte kudasai Furusawa San !
you are used to seeing the sunrise in Japan.
But one day you will see the sunset in Palestine.
Palestine you fought for will finally be liberated.


January 2025

By Alvian Eleven

A young fighter from Hebron has become a martyr in the struggle.
His struggle was only because he wanted to be able to go to the beach in Gaza.
In his entire life he had never enjoyed the beauty of the beach and the freshness of the sea breeze.
That was his biggest dream and he died struggling for that.


January 2025

By Alvian Eleven

There are too many martyrs in Gaza which continue to increase every day for over a year.
Souls who previously had life continue to be wiped out until they end up becoming statistics.
Refaat , Hind Rajab , Dr Adnan , Mahasen , Medo Halimy , Ismail Al Ghoul , Shaban , Uncle Khaled , Chef Mahmoud , Awni El Dous , Ayman , Heba Zagout , Fathi Ghaben , Hassan Hamad , Dr Thabat and tens of thousands of other martyrs.
If they were all written down in poems it would take years to write poems about them all.
But they should be written down in poems one by one.
At least with poems they can always be remembered.
So if you feel motivated to write poems about them , just write immediately.


January 2025

By Alvian Eleven

A Gazan man named Hassan told me.
In the past his grandfather used to live in the city of Jaffa.
His grandfather was a farmer who had a large orange orchard.
The harvest every year was very plentiful to be exported.

Hassan said Jaffa oranges taste sweet and juicy.
The size is large , the skin is thick and only have a few seeds.
In the past so many merchant ships carried crates of Jaffa oranges at the port.
Transported across the Mediterranean Sea for export to many countries.
Palestinians used to feel proud that Jaffa oranges became Palestine's mainstay trade commodity.

But that was only the glory of the past.
After the Nakba 1948 the city of Jaffa was conquered by the Zionists.
Hassan's grandfather and all the residents of Jaffa were expelled.
Leaving behind their homes , orange orchards , whatever buildings they owned.

After decades have passed oranges from Jaffa are still an export commodity.
But Jaffa oranges have become an Israeli trade commodity and no longer belong to Palestine.
Palestine has lost oranges from Jaffa that were once proud of in the past.

Hassan often imagines about Jaffa oranges.
If one day Palestine is truly liberated Hassan has the right to return.
He will return to the house and orange orchard that belonged to his deceased grandfather.
Hassan will continue his grandfather's work of planting and managing orange gardens.
Becoming an orange farmer like his grandfather is his biggest dream.

Hassan also promised me that every harvest season I would be sent a box of Jaffa oranges.
Of course I would be happy if one day I received a shipment of oranges from Jaffa.
I think I'll be addicted once I taste what Jaffa oranges taste like.


January 2025


By Alvian Eleven