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

Why are there so many beautiful women in Gaza ?...
Nour , Eman , Mariam , Zinah , Aya , Maha , Basma , Sarah and many other beautiful women.
Just five seconds of looking at their photos made me fall in love instantly.
Gazan women have beautiful eyes and charming lips.
Their smiles seemed to brighten the gloom of the soul.
It's very natural that I immediately fell in love and wanted to have a Gazan woman as my wife.
My life would feel perfect if I married a Gazan woman.
The most beautiful one that could possibly be fated for me.

January 2025

By Alvian Eleven

If one day there is an Indonesian man singing and playing guitar on Gaza Beach.
Just go watch that man.
Coz that man is me.
I want to entertain people in Gaza with everlasting Classic Rock songs.
I want everyone to see me , take photos of me , record videos of me or write about me.
Coz I want to be famous in Gaza.


January 2025

By Alvian Eleven

It's a bad bad bad world.
But I still want to stay alive in here.
I don't want to go back to the sky too soon.
I want to last longer in this bad bad bad world.
Watching the collapse of this bad bad bad world while eating chocolate parfait.
I think it's fun enough to be the reason I stay alive in this bad bad bad world.


January 2025

By Alvian Eleven

Last night when I opened social media.
I saw people partying everywhere.
Celebrating the excitement of New Year's Eve 2025.

They were cheering at the fireworks.
They were blowing trumpets making noise.
They were having fun watching concerts.
They were eating various delicious dishes at the parties.
They were toasting glasses while laughing together.

But

I wasn't part of them.
I wasn't part of the partying world.
Last night I preferred to stay online with the people of Gaza.

They were exhausted , their tents were flooded.
They were shivering , the rain was very heavy.
They were frustrated , all their belongings were wet from the rain.
They were hungry , there was no food at all.
They were scared , the bombardments were still going on.

Nothing new in Gaza even though the year has now changed to 2025.
At least they still have a little fighting spirit to continue to survive.
I will also continue to give them encouragement as usual.

So

Keep fighting Gazans !
Keep standing straight Gazans !
Keep clenching your fists Gazans !
Keep your resilient high Gazans !

I am always with you all.


Januari 2025

By Alvian Eleven

The new year 2025 has just begun.
Everyone is wishing for the new changes.

But

It's still the same old fear.
It's still the same old pain.
It's still the same old hell.

Unfortunately

There is no abracadabra for instant new changes.

So

If you want the new changes just do it yourself.
The rest just let the laws of cosmic work.


January 2025

By Alvian Eleven

Hello you there.
You don't need to imagine hell.
Because now hell is here.


December 2024

By Alvian Eleven

When this craziness is over.
The first thing I will do is go to the cafe.
I want to eat chocolate parfait with added waffles and red jelly.
That is my way to celebrate victory.


December 2024

By Alvian Eleven

When life is bad.
You should sleep more.
Coz there are many bad things that you miss when you sleep.

When life is good.
You should sleep less.
Coz there are many good things that you miss when you sleep.


December 2024

By Alvian Eleven

It's midnight the moon looks big and bright.
I look that moon on the edge of a quiet and dark rice field.
Near the train track on the outskirts of Surabaya.
Which goes towards Sidoarjo.

I'm taking a photo of that moon.
Then I immediately upload it to my Instagram account.
I see there are lots of photo posts from the people in Gaza.
It turns out they were also looking at the moon.

A few minutes ago Maha uploaded her photo.
She was sitting on the roof of the house with her cat.
She looked at the moon while drinking coffee.
Without caring that jet planes were bombarding the neighborhood in Deir El Balah.

Half an hour ago Omar uploaded his photo.
He was hanging out in front of the tent with his friends.
They were looking at the moon while smoking hookah.
Relaxing after helping volunteers in Khan Yunis.

Half an hour ago Mariam uploaded her photo.
She was sitting pensively in front of the tent.
She looked at the moon while remembering her family who had died.
Buried among the rubble of her house in Tel El Hawa.

An hour ago Dr Abraham uploaded his photo.
He was sitting on the balcony of Al Nasser Hospital.
He looked at the moon while complaining.
Tired of taking care of the injured people who were arriving.

An hour ago Saleh the journalist uploaded his photo.
He saw a group of young people dancing dabke and playing oud guitar.
They were standing together on the rubble of a building.
While the moon seemed to be shining brightly behind them.

This big and bright moon really looks beautiful.
Decorating the night of the people in Gaza.
Who are still trapped in the long chaos.
Without knowing when it will end.


December 2024

By Alvian Eleven

Stop looking at the sky.
Because the sky doesn't care about your suffering.
There are no miracles that fall from the sky.
So stop looking at the sky.
Look at this rotten earth and fight.
Fight to overcome all difficulties.
Even though you are tired and weak force yourself to fight.
You will create miracles with your own hands.
Small miracles are good enough as long as you are consistent.


December 2024

By Alvian Eleven

It's midnight on the outskirts of Surabaya.
I'm sitting alone on the terrace of an old cafe.
While looking at the empty street.
Slowly smoking my cigarette and sipping my coffee which is no longer hot.

But my mind is not here.
My mind is still far away in Gaza.
Where there is long chaos that still not over for more than a year.
Until I'm tired of seeing it every day like an endless daily horror show.

Now my phone is connected to WiFi.
Then I open the social media accounts of people from Gaza.
Ahmed , Omar , Eman , Abdallah , Mariam , Mohammed and others.
As usual they always post
I'm Still Alive... I'm Still Alive... I'm Still Alive...

But there is a Facebook account that has been silent for a long time.
This account has not posted anything for months.
Of course I am very worried and I always wonder what happened to her.
is she still alive or dead ?!

This account belongs to a girl named Nour.
She fled from her home in Al Rimal , Gaza City.
I have known her since the end of last year.
Then we felt close to each other.
Connected thought and feeling.
Between Gaza and Surabaya.

I remember that usually every day I always gave her words of encouragement.
So that she could get through the chaotic , heavy , tiring and dangerous days.
Nour always told me whatever she was experiencing.
Her fears... her suffering... her bitterness... her anxiety... her sadness... her exhaustion...
I feel it all too.

Sometimes the situation was calm for a moment.
Calm enough for Nour to reflect on her past life.
She uploaded photos of her house , her neighborhood , her campus and the beautiful corners of Gaza City.
When everything was still there before October 7.

For Nour nostalgia was a momentary consolation.
Her solace in the midst of long suffering.
I was always lost in her nostalgia no matter what she told me.
With her friends she often hung out at beachside cafes.
Walked along the busy streets of Al Rashed then ate corn and drank coffee on the corniche.
Or spent money shopping for clothes at Watan mall and Capital mall.

Reading novels was Nour's main hobby.
She often bought novels at Samir Mansour's bookstore.
Then she read the books in her comfort room.
Pink walls , a neatly arranged table and a big teddy bear on the bed.

Cooking was another of Nour's hobbies.
Usually every day she cooked anything on the stove in front of her tent.
Falafel , mulukhiya , shaksuka , maqluba, Everything looked so delicious that it made me curious.
In my life I have never eaten Arabic foods.

Nour also had a hobby of listening to music.
She told me to listen to Fairuz's songs.
A legendary diva singer from Lebanon who she idolized.
I was fascinated by listening Fairuz's soft voice singing an Arabic songs whose lyrics I didn't understand.

Nour used to have a cat with thick white fur.
A fat and cute cat named Kimba.
Every day Kimba was always pampered by Nour.
But sometimes Nour complained because Kimba ate too much.
While the price of cat food went up high.
Tragically , after Eid Kimba went missing for days and then found dead after being shot by a quadcopter.
Kimba's death made Nour so depressed.

Nour studied at the Islamic University of Gaza.
The campus had been destroyed and her studies stopped in the fifth semester.
But she was always proud to have been Refaat's student.
Inheriting his teachings to fight with writing.
writing anything about Palestine and life in Gaza.
Where souls have life not just considered as numbers.

I'm afraid that in the end Nour will just become a number.
A statistical number of martyrs that continues to increase every day.
While the world is unable to do anything but just watch endless massacres.
Taking lives forcefully and painfully.

Nothing is not painful in Gaza.
But for me it hurts more not to have any news from Nour.
I feel the emptiness of losing her.
I miss conversations with her.
But now there's nothing I can do but just look at her photos.
Admiring her beautiful face , her sparkling eyes and her charming smiling lips.
It seems like I've fallen in love with her.

Where are you now ?.... where are you Nour ?...
For months I have always asked Nour like that.
But until now there has been no answer at all from Nour.
If only she gave me any news for a moment.
I would feel very relieved.

Don't leave me !.. please don't leave me alone !..
Nour usually always begged me like that.
She wanted me to always be there for her.
But now she's not there for me.
She has left me without a word.

When I'm looking at the night sky for a moment.
I wonder about Nour's fate.
Has Nour become one of the stars in the sky ?!...
This isn't fair , I've known Nour for too short at this bad time.
I just want Nour to stay on earth , stay in the city of Gaza that she loved.
I really wanted to meet her at the good time we hoped for , the time when the land of Palestine has been liberated.


December 2024

By Alvian Eleven

During more than a year of long chaos in Gaza.
More than two hundred journalists have been killed while on duty.
One of whom was Ayman who was killed after Christmas.

I only know a little about Ayman.
He fell in love with a woman at the beginning of the chaos in Gaza.
Ayman then got married without a party and his wife immediately became pregnant.

After months of pregnancy Ayman's wife was finally preparing to give birth.
At Christmas Ayman took his wife to Al Awda Hospital.
While he was on duty with his fellow journalists Faisal , Fadi , Ibrahim and Mohammed.

But unexpectedly there was a jet bombardment.
The van for the news broadcast which was parked near Al Awda hospital was destroyed.
Ayman and his fellow journalists died instantly.

Ayman was killed while he was happily waiting for the birth of his first child.
He didn't even get to see his baby boy who was born a few hours later.
So the baby boy was born without his father who died on the same day he was born.


December 2024

By Alvian Eleven

Ismail Haniyeh has become a martyr.
Yahya Sinwar has also become a martyr.
But the struggle still continues.
Hamas is still capable of fighting.
The Al Qassam brothers still continue to finish off cowardly Israeli soldiers.
Ambush them , aim at their heads or blow up their merkava tanks.
Of course the red triangle facing downward will always appear.


December 2024

By Alvian Eleven

What if in the future there is an electric train from China.
The train track stretches from the Jordan River to the Mediterranean Sea.
Palestinians can ride the train to travel around the entire liberated land.
They can get on or off the train at Gaza , Jaffa , Haifa , Tiberias , Nablus , Jerusalem , Beersheba and other cities.

Can you imagine that ?
Of course you can't imagine that and you don't need to imagine that.
But what will happen will definitely happen.
Get ready to have fun !


December 2024

By Alvian Eleven

The people of Gaza have the right to be happy.
They want to enjoy life like other people around the world.
Coz they are not religious zombies who are only obsessed with going to heaven.
They are people who love life and fight for life.
they have the right to live a decent life until they die a decent death.


December 2024

By Alvian Eleven

I am a too bad person to go to heaven.
I am a too good person to go to hell.
If I die I will not go to heaven or hell.
I will continue my next reincarnation on earth.
I will be reborn in the liberated land of Palestine.
Coz I know the Satyayuga era will begin in the land of Palestine.
That country will triumph in the light and I want to be in it.


December 2024

By Alvian Eleven

The crazy evils wants us to normalize craziness as our new normal.
The crazy evils wants us to consider normal the disgusting LGBT shows.
The crazy evils also wants us to consider normal the genocide in Gaza which is extremely brutal.
So can you still maintain your sanity amidst the weird normality of this crazy era ?!


December 2024

By Alvian Eleven

Jesus was mutmainah.
He fell to the lowest point.
But slowly he tried to rise to reach lawamah , supiah and muamarah.
After that he returned to the middle point.

Now he is perfect as an Avatar with the elements of air , fire , water and earth.
Many people have been waiting for his arrival.
And then what would he do ?
Will he bring peace to the earth ?

I don't think so.
It seems like his only purpose is to destroy this rotten earth.
Because the light of the Father is not on this rotten earth.
Which only contains the lust of the eyes and the lust of the flesh.


December 2024

By Alvian Eleven

In 1948 after the second world war Germany was affected by a crisis due to the city of Berlin being blockaded by Soviet military.

In 1948 Japan was still devastated after the second world war.

In 1948 the Nationalist and Communist civil war in China was still ongoing.

In 1948 the war between India and Pakistan was still ongoing.

In 1948 Korea was divided between North and South.

In 1948 Burma gained independence from Britain but there was civil war between ethnic groups.

In 1948 Indochina was still continuing its war to gain independence from France.

In 1948 Indonesia was in chaos due to the Communist rebellion and Dutch military attacks.

In 1948 the Palestinians were expelled and slaughtered by the Zionist militias who founded Israel.


December 2024

By Alvian Eleven

If there is no more Palestine the world will be gloomy and full of darkness.
If there is no more Israel the world will be bright and full of light.
The existence of Palestine or Israel determines what our world will look like in the future.

If you have light soul , conscience and humanity.
You will definitely support Palestine.
If you have rotten soul , greed and hypocrisy.
You will definitely support Israel.
So let's fight each other to determine.
Who will still stand tall in history.
Who will fall into the wreckage of history.

December 2024

By Alvian Eleven

Now we have reached the end of the Kaliyuga era.
We are trapped in the culmination of darkness.
The rotten dregs of lawamah , supiah and muamarah.
All of which are gnawing away fiercely.
Extinguishing the light in the world.

Now we must fight to save ourselves.
Bringing our light to the beginning of the radiant Satyayuga era.
Unfortunately the transition we have to go through is very rough.
Too rough for our weak and exhausted selves.
But we have no choice but to force ourselves.

We need miracles but it doesn't happen overnight.
Miracles will continue to process as we go through the rough transition.
Since Pluto returned to Aquarius we understand that we are part of what creates miracles.
We become the rushing flood waters.
Clearing away any rotten dregs that get in our way to reach the Satyayuga era.


December 2024

By Alvian Eleven

Do you like eating donuts from Dunkin ?
Which donut do you like ?
Cheese donut ?
Strawberry donut ?
Chocolate donut sprinkled with nuts ?
Or sweet white powder donut ?
Did you know that Dunkin is now selling special donut ?
Donut with white cream and blue cream in the shape of the star of David.
It's a special Israeli flavored donut.
Do you want to try it ?!


December 2024

By Alvian Eleven

I love eating ice cream.
But now I only want Ben & Jerry's ice cream.
You know why ?!...
Coz Ben & Jerry supports Palestine and opposes the Israeli occupation.
Ben & Jerry does not want its products to circulate in the Palestinian occupied territories.
Ben & Jerry even dares to sue its parent company Unilever which supports Israel.
That's why from now on I only want Ben & Jerry's ice cream.


December 2024

By Alvian Eleven

In the midst of the long chaos in Gaza.
Also difficulties and limitations in any way.
There is a ten year old little girl named Renad.
Who has an unbreakable spirit.
To do her own food cooking show.
You can see her almost every day on Tiktok.

Renad always looks cheerful.
Laughing in front of the camera while showing the ingredients she will cook.
Onions , eggplants , tomatoes , garlics , fava beans , spices , luncheon and others.
She mixes all the ingredients then cooks them quickly.
Maqluba , mulukhiya , musakhan , manakesh , whatever she can cook.
Then she shows it to the camera.

Renad is always proud to show the food she cooks.
Then she starts eating slowly while explaining the taste.
With an expression full of enjoyment she chews her food.
Making anyone who sees feel wants to taste it.
After that she smiles with satisfaction and says.
BETJANIN !...


December 2024

By Alvian Eleven

When life in Gaza was still normal.
Various foods were to be enjoyed.
Everything could be enjoyed easily and cheaply.
Satisfying the appetite of Gaza's culinary delights.

Really delicious typical Gazan dishes like...

shawarma , maqluba , shaksuka , mulukhiya , hummus , musakhan , manakesh , zaatar , zibdiyyit , sayadiyya , mansaf , falafel , qidra and many more.

Likewise with typical Gaza cakes such as...

kaak , baklava , kunafa , qatayef , harisa , warbat , basbousa , halva and many more.

Also typical Gazan drinks such as...

sahlab , barrad , maramiya , arak , kharoub , qamar al din , arabica coffe and many more.

When life was still normal people in Gaza always enjoyed it all.
But now life in Gaza is no longer normal because of the long chaos.
Scarcity of food and financial difficulties making life feel so heavy.
There are no longer delicious foods and people who are often hungry are forced to eat anything to survive.

They can only eat...

stale rice , lentil soup with bad taste , canned food and instant noodles that are almost expired , bread made from flour infested with worms and maggots , wild plants , animal fodder , and other inappropriate bad foods.

Day after day people in Gaza try to find anything to eat.
They eat just to survive from day to day.
If they are lucky enough to be able to get delicious food from volunteers.
It is a luxury for them.


December 2024

By Alvian Eleven

In the midst of the long chaos in Gaza.
The number of necessary goods is getting smaller.
While people continue to need various necessities every day.
As a result prices are increasing so high that it is difficult to buy.
While people no longer have any income.
They only depend on Paypal or Gofundme donations.
And the worst is the game of greedy importers.
They take advantage of the bad situation to make a lot of profit.
While aid trucks can't enter Gaza because they are blocked by Israeli army.
If there are trucks that can enter Gaza the bandits ordered by Israeli army will loot the cargo.

It's really a painful reality.
It's painful to see people and children starving.
It''s painful to see babies lacking milks and diapers.
It's painful to see women wearing scraps of tents for *******.
It's painful to see children wearing sandals made from pieces of bottles or cans.
It's painful to see prices rising so high and people can't buy anything.
It's really very painful to see the supply and demand curve becoming more and more unequal.


December 2024

By Alvian Eleven

Genocide is a very disgusting word.
The word genocide should have ended with the Srebrenica massacre.
The word genocide should not still exist after the third millennium.

But the reality is not like that.
Now you have seen how disgusting the genocide that is happening in Gaza. Endless barbaric massacres that can be photographed and recorded on video.
Uploaded to the internet by people in Gaza and then seen by the whole world.
Becoming a daily live horror show that continues to be watched via smartphone.
How disgusting it is to see genocide still happening in the midst of a modern civilization.

This genocide carried out by Israel is extremely disgusting.
International law and human right watch cannot stop Israel from continuing to carry out genocide for more than a year.
Meanwhile the hypocritical West actually supports genocide while talking about peace and humanity.
The West always denies and looks for justifications without caring that there is a lot of evidences that people all over the world have seen.
Also the western media and social media have become propaganda tools to distort the true reality.
The truth is silenced for pretext of hate speech and antisemitism.
The pretext of terrorism is also used to arrest people who support Palestine.

Now you understand how truly disgusting this sick modern civilization is.
We will no longer see the reality in the same way as before.
The genocide in Gaza has opened our eyes to see the true reality.
That the world order is full of rottenness covered with falsehoods.


December 2024

By Alvian Eleven

The existence of a nation is to have land and people.
A nation will not exist if there is only an empty land which is then claimed by other nations.
A nation will not exist if there are only people who are in diaspora throughout the world.
People needs land to build life.
Land needs people to be built life.
Life is about existence.
So people and land sustain the existence of a nation on the earth.


December 2024

By Alvian Eleven

When the chaos in Gaza is over.
Even when all of Palestine land is liberated.
Nothing will be able to return what has been lost.
Material and non material that ever existed in life.

People and children who have been martyred cannot be brought back to life.
Hands and legs that have been amputated cannot be grown again.
Psychological trauma cannot be completely recovered.
Health that has deteriorated cannot be completely cured.
All the buildings in the city full of memories cannot be rebuilt as before.
All items full of memories cannot be purchased again.
Wasted age and time that has passed in vain cannot be returned.
Lost chances and opportunities also cannot be returned.
All the joy that was missed also cannot be returned.
Happiness that has faded cannot be felt again.
The lost warmth and togetherness also cannot be felt again.

Everything that has been lost must be let go.
The most important thing for Palestinians is to get back all the land that has been long occupied.
A new life will be built on the land from the river to the sea.
Regenerating new things of material and non material that make life worth living.


December 2024

By Alvian Eleven

This morning I came to my friend's house.
He had just bought a new Playstation 5 console.
And he wanted me to play a game with him.
The Tekken 8 battle game which was really cool.

But when playing game I couldn't enjoy it at all.
My character repeatedly lost against the character played by my friend.
My mind couldn't focus because I thought about the children in Gaza who suffer every day.
How could I have fun playing game while they were suffering ?!

Finally I stopped playing game coz it didn't feel fun.
I felt like I had losing pleasure in anything I used to enjoy.
For more than a year I have always felt like this.
And I think I will always to be like this as long as the chaos in Gaza does not end.


December 2024

By Alvian Eleven

The watermelon emoji can cause your social media accounts to be suspended or blocked.
If you post watermelon emojis too often it means you are considered to be breaking the rules.
The rules are actually a way to silence the truth.
Any posts about Gaza or Palestine will be subject to censorship even if only a watermelon emoji.
Maybe because they are allergic to watermelon.
Especially triangle watermelon facing downward.


December 2024

By Alvian Eleven

Last night my friend came to my house.
He wanted to watch El Classico with me.
While bringing some Big Mac burgers from Mc Donald's.
Big Mac has been our favorite burger since we were kids.

But I didn't want to eat that burger anymore.
Even though it looked delicious it didn't make me appetite anymore.
I was looking at beef covered in tomato sauce.
But what I saw were pieces of flesh mixed with blood.

That's how the Big Mac burger now looks terrible in my eyes.
Coz McDonald's also regularly funds massacres in Gaza.
Even Israeli soldiers also eat Big Mac burgers before and after slaughtering people in Gaza.
So there is no choice for me but to boycott Mc Donald's forever.


December 2024

By Alvian Eleven

Saturday morning October 7 2023.
Was the end of normal life for people in Gaza.
They thought the chaos at that time was just a small chaos as usual.
Without realizing that the big chaos had just begun.
Continuing for more than a year until city after city had been reduced to ruins.
And they can never return to their destroyed houses.
All they took with them were house keys.
Just like their grandparents who experienced the Nakba in 1948.

Now people in Gaza are forced to get used to the new normal.
Trying to survive day by day for more than a year.
Tiredness , sadness , poverty , hunger , fear , loss , they feel it all continuously.
Bombardment by jets , helicopters and artillery.
Terror by drones , quadcopters and snipers.
Attacks by troops , tanks dan gunboats.
All are dangerous threats they have to face every day.
The sense of imminent death continues to loom day by day.

The long chaos has made them forget the old normal.
They have lost everything they had.
Only the smelly ***** tent they live in.
Only stale bread they can eat.
Only shabby clothes they can wear.
The beautiful past has been lost.
While the present is full of suffering.
And the future is uncertain.


December 2024

By Alvian Eleven

Last night I had a dream.
I saw Handala walking home.
The bald boy with spiked hair returned to his village.
Which he had left for a long time.

Then the bald boy with spiked hair jumped happily.
Because he felt alive again.
He had found his life again.
And his age was starting to count again.

Welcome home Handala.
Now the bald boy with spiked hair can enjoy his life at home.
A life truly worth living.
Until he grows up and becomes old.


December 2024

By Alvian Eleven

The tent should only be used for a week picnic.
But people in Gaza have been living in tents for more than a year.
On Tiktok you can see their daily life in the refugee camp.
And if you want to know how it feels.
Just imagine yourself in Gaza.

Summer is really torturous.
During the day it feels very hot in the tent.
Your body is full of sweat that flows profusely.
Then while you are sleeping rats and various insects will come in.
Crawling on the mattress , carpet or your body.
Mosquitoes also disturb your sleep every night.

Winter is also very torturous.
At night your body will shiver from the cold inside the tent.
If it rains very heavily the inside of the tent will be filled of ***** puddles.
Wetting the mattress , carpet and your belongings.
And the worst thing is that strong winds can tear the tent down.
If the tent collapses there will be no longer any shelter.

The worst of the worst are the unexpected various terrors.
Drones and quadcopters can suddenly attack.
Tanks and soldiers can also suddenly come to surround the refugee camp.
The most dangerous thing is that jet planes and helicopters can bombard tents at any time.
If the refugee camp is destroyed all people will be left displaced on the street.

Can you imagine all that ?!
You are lucky , you can still living in a safe and comfortable home.
And only see the suffering of people in Gaza on Tiktok.
If you are a weak person who is used to living in ease.
You will not survive even just a day.

November 2024

By Alvian Eleven

A woman in Gaza once said to me.
Don't be sad seeing our suffering.
Sadness will weaken you.
You have to feel the anger.
It will give you the strength to fight.
Fight for us with courage.
Because you are our only hope.

But I'm not the only one.
All over the world there are many people like me.
They are all fighting for Palestine to this day.
Protesting , demonstrating , boycotting.
Facing repressive authorities and sickening laws.
Without any single one giving up.
Nothing can stop us.


December 2024

By Alvian Eleven

Setelah 07 Oktober adalah normal baru.
Orang orang Gaza tak lagi punya kehidupan.
Kehidupan telah dihancurkan kekacauan.
Kekacauan panjang yang penuh penderitaan.

Tiap hari Hassan dan keluarganya terlunta lunta.
Menyusuri jalanan tanpa tahu harus kemana.
Tenda dan barang tertinggal di pengungsian yang hancur diserang.
Itulah normal baru Hassan.

Berkali kali Asmaa mendapat kabar buruk.
Murid muridnya telah tewas satu persatu.
Dia hanya bisa menangis teringat mereka.
Itulah normal baru Asmaa.

Samara sedih ketika anaknya ulang tahun.
Dia tak bisa membuat kue **** seperti biasanya.
Yang dia buat hanyalah lumpur berbentuk kue ****.
Itulah normal baru Samara.

Berbotol botol minyak goreng dibeli Mai.
Semuanya diisi ke dalam tanki mobilnya.
Setelah itu dia melintasi jalan Al Rashid yang penuh kehancuran.
Itulah normal baru Mai.

Mustafa sering duduk di tepi pantai.
Terus terusan termenung sedih sambil menangis.
Teringat gadis pujaannya yang tewas mengenaskan.
Itulah normal baru Mustafa.

Fadi sering kelelahan berjalan kaki jauh.
Mencari cari solar panel untuk mengecas laptop.
Dan juga tempat yang menjangkau internet.
Itulah normal baru Fadi.

Tiap hari Mariam selalu kelelahan.
Dia harus mengantri air dan mencari kayu bakar.
Setelah itu mencuci , memasak dan membersihkan tenda.
Itulah normal baru Mariam.

Tiap pergi ke pasar Heba selalu merasa jengkel.
Harga telur , ayam dan sayuran semakin naik tinggi.
Sementara dia kesulitan mendapatkan donasi.
Itulah normal baru Heba.

Yousef sering ikut nelayan ke laut.
Naik perahu sambil membawa jala untuk mencari ikan.
Tapi hanya sebentar di laut kapal perang datang menggempur.
Itulah normal baru Yousef.

Tiap melihat foto dirinya Mohammed selalu sedih.
Badannya kurus kering dan pucat kulitnya.
Akibat sering kelaparan dan kekurangan gizi.
Itulah normal baru Mohammed.

Abdullah selalu kesulitan mendapatkan donasi.
Dia sudah senang jika bisa membeli mie dan kopi.
Baginya itu menjadi suatu kemewahan.
Itulah normal baru Abdullah.

Tiap teringat kebun olive miliknya Ali selalu sedih.
Kebun warisan keluarganya itu sudah terbakar habis.
Tak ada lagi yang tersisa selain hanya kenangan saat musim panen.
Itulah normal baru Ali.

Melanjutkan sekolah online memang melelahkan.
Tiap hari Tareq harus berjalan jauh untuk mengecas laptop.
Dia juga sering kesulitan mendapat koneksi internet.
Itulah normal baru Tareq.

Gas dan bensin sulit didapatkan.
Satu satunya bahan bakar hanyalah minyak goreng.
Ayahnya Omar menjualnya di pinggir jalan.
Itulah normal baru ayahnya Omar.

Khaled dan keluarganya sering kelaparan.
Uang donasi tak menentu dan tak ada bantuan makanan.
Satu satunya yang bisa dimakan hanyalah makanan ternak.
Itulah normal baru Khaled.

Tiap melihat foto dirinya Eman sering menangis.
Wajahnya tampak kusut dan kecantikannya memudar.
Bibirnya yang kering tak bisa lagi tersenyum.
Itulah normal baru Eman.

Musim dingin Aya sangat menderita.
Dia meringkuk kedinginan di dalam tenda yang kehujanan.
Tak ada selimut atau apapun yang menghangatkan.
Itulah normal baru Aya.

Tiap hari Walid pergi kemana mana.
Naik kereta keledai mengantarkan orang orang.
Sambil berhati hati menghindari drone terbang.
Itulah normal baru Walid.

Kamera Nassar tampak kusam.
Tiap hari dia selalu menyusuri jalanan berdebu.
Yang dia potret hanya rombongan pengungsi dan mayat mayat bergelimpangan.
Itulah normal baru Nassar.

Ketika ramadhan Fatema merasa sedih.
Dia tak punya bahan untuk membuat kue.
Yang dia punya hanyalah sisa tepung penuh belatung.
Itulah normal baru Fatema.

Kakeknya Ashraf terbaring lemah di dalam tenda.
Sering berteriak ketakutan saat mendengar suara.
Ledakan demi ledakan bombardir pesawat jet dan helikopter.
Itulah normal baru kakeknya Ashraf.

Khalil sering menggerutu.
Tiap pertandingan El Classico dia tidak bisa nonton.
Yang bisa dia lakukan hanya membaca berita sepakbola.
Itulah normal baru Khalil.

Huda merasa lelah meneruskan kuliah online.
Sementara dia sering terkenang dengan kampusnya yang telah hancur.
Dan juga teman temannya yang telah tewas.
Itulah normal baru Huda.

Ketika musim panas Kareem sangat menderita.
Dia kepanasan di dalam tenda yang sempit.
Sementara di luar matahari benar benar terik.
Itulah normal baru Kareem.

Shayma kesal laptopnya rusak.
Dia tak bisa lagi menonton film dan anime yang sering dia unduh.
Sementara tukang servis laptop baru saja tewas.
Itulah normal baru Shayma.

Tiap pergi ke pasar ayahnya Lubna merasa sedih.
Sayuran dan buah buahan harganya naik tinggi tak terbeli.
Padahal dulu bisa dipanen banyak di kebun sendiri.
Itulah normal baru ayahnya Lubna.

Malak sering sakit sakitan.
Tak ada yang bisa dia lakukan selain hanya terbaring lemah.
Kehilangan semangat untuk melakukan apapun.
Itulah normal baru Malak.

Tiap sore Zaina selalu kelelahan.
Dia terus keliling tempat pengungsian menjual falafel buatannya.
Tapi hanya sedikit orang yang punya uang untuk membeli.
Itulah normal baru Zaina.

Saat merasa suntuk Dima sering menyesal.
Dia tidak membawa koleksi novelnya yang tertinggal di rumah.
Satu satunya penghiburan hanyalah mengingat berbagai cerita koleksi novelnya.
Itulah normal baru Dima.

Anak anaknya Hussein selalu kelelahan.
Tiap hari mereka menghabiskan waktu berjam jam.
Hanya untuk antri pembagian air dan makanan saat panas terik.
Itulah normal baru anak anaknya Hussein.

Tiap hari Reem selalu kelelahan kurang tidur.
Apalagi saat menstruasi dia benar benar menderita.
Sobekan tenda yang kasar dia jadikan pembalut.
Itulah normal baru Reem.

Amal telah kehilangan semangat dan harapan.
Tak sanggup meneruskan kuliah online di tengah kekacauan.
Rencana melanjutkan kuliah ke Eropa sudah dia lupakan.
Itulah normal baru Amal.

Dr Ghassan sering kebingungan.
Pasokan obat obatan di rumah sakit Al Quds semakin habis.
Sementara tiap hari puluhan orang dan anak  yang terluka terus berdatangan.
Itulah normal baru Dr Ghassan.

Ahmed dan keluarganya kelelahan bertahan hidup.
Berkali kali mereka pindah tempat pengungsian.
Setelah tenda tenda dibombardir pesawat jet dan helikopter.
Itulah normal baru Ahmed.

Saat tengah malam Aboud sering bersedih.
Dia menyesal tidak bisa menyelamatkan rekan rekannya di rumah sakit Al Shifa.
Mereka tewas dieksekusi massal hingga Aboud merasa sedih mengingatnya.
Itulah normal baru Aboud.

Tiap malam Mahmoud sering meratapi nasib.
Dia kehilangan segalanya tak punya apa apa lagi , tak punya siapa siapa lagi.
Dia sering mempertanyakan kenapa dirinya masih hidup.
Itulah normal baru Mahmoud.

Sham mengalami trauma parah.
Tatapannya kosong dan sering menangis.
Teringat keluarganya yang tewas dilindas tank.
Itulah normal baru Sham.

Saat malam yang dingin Sondos selalu menghangatkan diri.
Dia membakar tumpukan buku kuliahnya dengan rasa kecewa.
Baginya hukum internasional dan hak asasi manusia cuma ilusi belaka.
Itulah normal baru Sondos.

Tiap malam Bayan dan Layan tidak bisa tidur.
Di tengah bombardir pesawat jet tanpa henti mereka terus memandangi langit.
Berharap keajaiban akan mengubah keadaan.
Itulah normal baru Bayan dan Layan.

Normal baru menjadi masa kini yang menyakitkan.
Terlalu menyakitkan untuk dijalani selama setahun lebih.
Tak ada yang tahu kapan berakhirnya kekacauan panjang yang tak berkesudahan.
Terus menerus menghancurkan kehidupan dan mengancam masa depan.


November 2024

By Alvian Eleven

Sebelum 07 Oktober adalah normal lama.
Orang orang Gaza masih punya kehidupan.
Kehidupan yang telah menjadi masa lalu.
Masa lalu yang hanya bisa dikenang.

Hassan selalu senang tiap jumat siang.
Setelah shalat jumat dia bisa makan enak bersama keluarganya.
Lalu bersantai di tepi pantai hingga sore.
Itulah normal lama Hassan.

Tiap hari Asmaa bersemangat mengajar.
Pelajaran bahasa Arab untuk sekolah dasar.
Murid muridnya selalu berisik di dalam kelas.
Itulah normal lama Asmaa.

Samara selalu merayakan ulang tahun anaknya.
Dia membuat kue **** dan memasang hiasan lucu.
Boneka besar menjadi hadiah untuk anaknya.
Itulah normal lama Samara.

Tiap sore Mai selalu menyetir mobilnya.
Pelan pelan melewati jalan Al Rashid yang ramai.
Sambil melihat lihat suasana tepi pantai.
Itulah normal lama Mai.

Mustafa sibuk bekerja siang malam.
Mengumpulkan uang untuk membayar dowri.
Agar dia bisa secepatnya mengawini gadis pujaannya.
Itulah normal lama Mustafa.

Fadi selalu begadang tiap malam.
Saat listrik menyala dia sibuk melakukan banyak hal.
Mengecas laptop , mengetik makalah , mencuci baju dan lainnya.
Itulah normal lama Fadi.

Tiap hari Mariam selalu sibuk.
Pagi hingga sore dia berada di kantor.
Bekerja mengurusi periklanan dan digital marketing.
Itulah normal lama Mariam.

Heba selalu senang belanja di pasar.
Dia membeli daging , sayuran , buah buahan dan bumbu masakan.
Saat tiba di rumah dia langsung bersemangat memasak.
Itulah normal lama Heba.

Saat pagi Yousef sering pergi ke dermaga.
Dia melihat laut sambil menghirup udara segar.
Lalu membeli banyak ikan yang baru ditangkap nelayan.
Itulah normal lama Yousef.

Mohammed bertubuh kekar.
Tiap sore dia rutin pergi ke gym atau latihan tinju.
Terus berolahraga menjaga kebugaran tubuh.
Itulah normal lama Mohammed.

Lulus kuliah Abdullah masih menganggur.
Dia sering berhutang apapun di toko tetangganya.
Saat ditagih seperti biasa dia selalu menghilang.
Itulah normal lama Abdullah.

Keluarga Ali punya kebun olive.
Tiap musim panen dia selalu senang memetik olive.
Sambil makan manakeesh dan zaatar bersama keluarganya.
Itulah normal lama Ali.

Tiap malam Tareq sibuk belajar.
Dia ingin mendapat nilai tinggi saat ujian tawjihi.
Agar keluarganya merasa bangga padanya.
Itulah normal lama Tareq.

Ayahnya Omar bekerja di bengkel.
Dia sering memasang tabung gas untuk mobil.
Sopir sopir taksi tidak perlu membeli bensin.
Itulah normal lama ayahnya Omar.

Tiap menerima gaji Khaled merasa senang.
Dia selalu mengajak keluarganya makan enak.
Menyantap berbagai hidangan sea food di restoran Abu Hasira.
Itulah normal lama Khaled.

Wajah Eman selalu tampak cantik.
Dia rutin pergi ke salon melakukan perawatan.
Produk produk kecantikan juga dia beli semua.
Itulah normal lama Eman.

Ketika musim dingin Aya selalu senang.
Dia menghabiskan waktu membaca koleksi novelnya.
Sambil makan burger dan mereguk hangatnya sahlab.
Itulah normal lama Aya.

Tiap hari Walid selalu keliling Elsaraya.
Dia menyopir taksi mencari cari penumpang.
Sementara anak anak jalanan menjual tissue dan biskuit.
Itulah normal lama Walid.

Saat ada orang menikah Nassar selalu diundang.
Dia menjadi fotografer untuk memotret pengantin.
Pernikahan meriah di hotel dan resort tepi pantai.
Itulah normal lama Nassar.

Saat ramadhan toko Fatema selalu ramai.
Orang orang datang membeli berbagai kue buatannya.
Kaak , qatayef , baklava , kunafa dan lainnya.
Itulah normal lama Fatema.

Ketika hujan deras malam hari.
Kakeknya Ashraf selalu mendengarkan radio.
Menunggu lagu lagu Fairuz diputar sambil menghisap hookah.
Itulah normal lama kakeknya Ashraf.

Saat pertandingan El Classico.
Khalil dan teman temannya selalu pergi ke kafe.
Nonton bersama sambil bersorak sorak.
Itulah normal lama Khalil.

Huda kuliah literatur Inggris di Universitas Al Azhar.
Dia senang menghabiskan waktu di kampus.
Nongkrong di kantin atau baca buku di perpustakaan.
Itulah normal lama Huda.

Ketika musim panas Kareem tidak betah di rumah.
Dia sering nongkrong bersama teman temannya di tepi pantai.
Sambil makan jagung , kacang dan minum barrad.
Itulah normal lama Kareem.

Generator di rumah Shayma sering mati.
Biasanya dia keluar membawa laptop nongkrong di kafe.
Mereguk hangatnya mocca sambil mengunduh film dan anime.
Itulah normal lama Shayma.

Ayahnya Lubna punya kebun buah buahan.
Stroberi , jeruk , lemon , semangka dan kurma.
Tiap hari kebun itu selalu diurus secara telaten.
Itulah normal lama ayahnya Lubna.

Malak sering ikut kegiatan.
Pemberdayaan dan kreatifitas anak muda.
Dia belajar coding dan konten multimedia.
Itulah normal lama Malak.

Setelah lulus kuliah Zaina sulit mendapat pekerjaan.
Dia membuka kios kecil yang menjual falalel.
Orang orang selalu datang membeli falafel buatannya.
Itulah normal lama Zaina.

Dima punya banyak koleksi novel.
Dia sering membeli berbagai novel di toko Samir Mansour.
Lalu dia membacanya sambil berbaring di kasur.
Itulah normal lama Dima.

Tiap pulang sekolah anak anaknya Hussein selalu senang.
Mereka dibelikan Playstation agar bisa bermain game.
Ada balapan , pertarungan dan petualangan.
Itulah normal lama anak anaknya Hussein.

Tiap hari Reem selalu enerjik.
Dia menjadi instruktur fitness dan aerobik.
Tak mengherankan kalau tubuhnya tampak langsing dan kencang.
Itulah normal lama Reem.

Masa akhir kuliah Amal sibuk belajar.
Dia ingin segera lulus dengan nilai yang bagus.
Mendapat beasiswa kuliah ke Eropa adalah impiannya.
Itulah normal lama Amal.

Menjadi ahli bedah adalah pekerjaan Dr Ghassan.
Selama puluhan tahun dia menjadi dokter di rumah sakit Al Quds.
Walaupun gajinya tak seberapa tapi dia selalu semangat bekerja.
Itulah normal lama Dr Ghassan.

Ahmed dan keluarganya baru saja pindah ke apartemen.
Apartemen berfasilitas lengkap yang dibangun di tepi pantai.
Kehidupan terasa nyaman tanpa mengalami masalah apapun.
Itulah normal lama Ahmed.

Setelah lulus kuliah medis Aboud langsung bekerja di rumah sakit Al Shifa.
Dia senang bekerja dengan rekan rekannya yang penuh semangat.
Menyembuhkan orang orang dengan berbagai keluhan penyakit.
Itulah normal lama Aboud.

Kehidupan Mahmoud benar benar bahagia.
Dia tinggal di apartemen mewah bersama keluarganya.
Berbagai bisnis yang dia punya terus menerus untung besar.
Itulah normal lama Mahmoud.

Tiap hari Sham senang menghabiskan waktu di rumah.
Berkumpul bersama keluarganya menikmati kebersamaan yang menyenangkan.
Baginya keluarga adalah segalanya.
Itulah normal lama Sham.

Sondos kuliah hukum di Universitas Al Azhar.
Dia mempelajari hukum internasional dan hak asasi manusia.
Dia ingin Palestina yang terjajah mendapatkan keadilan.
Itulah normal lama Sondos.

Melukis adalah hobi Bayan dan Layan.
Mereka paling senang melukis langit seperti lukisan Van Gogh.
Bagi mereka langit menyimpan segala misteri yang tak diketahui manusia.
Itulah normal lama Bayan dan Layan.

Normal lama berakhir setelah 07 Oktober.
Orang orang Gaza tidak lagi punya kehidupan.
Hanya ada masa kini yang menyakitkan.
Dan masa depan yang terancam.


November 2024

By Alvian Eleven

Suffering gives rise to anger.
Anger gathers strength.
Strength seeks the way.
The way of struggle for vengeance.

Vengeance is about destruction.
Vengeance is about salvation.
Vengeance is about liberation.
Vengeance is about redemption.


December 2024

By Alvian Eleven

Pluto has just entered Aquarius.
We have now become water.
Water spilled from her vessel.
To flood the old world.

The old world has decayed.
We have to flood it heavily.
To clean up all the rot.
The rot that has long consumed the world.

Flood the rotting America and Europa.
Flood with courage and sacrifice.
Until their rotten order is destroyed.
Then we create our own order.

Our order is for the new world.
A free and refreshing new world.
To restore our decent life.
Where we truly feel fully alive.


November 2024

By Alvian Eleven

Setiap hari kubuka Tiktok.
Selalu kulihat banyak video.
Terus diposting orang orang Gaza.
Bercampur antara duka lara dan suka cita.

Anas sang jurnalis di Jabalia.
Menyiarkan berita bombardir pesawat jet.
Menghancurkan rumah dan sekolah.
Mayat anak anak tergeletak dimana mana.

Hamada sang juru masak di Khan Yunis.
Bersemangat memasak shawarma ayam.
Lalu dia membagikan untuk anak anak.
Mereka tertawa gembira bisa makan enak.

Motasem sang jurnalis di Beit Lahia.
Mendatangi beberapa tenda pengungsi.
Anak anak di dalam tenda tenda itu.
Semuanya kurus kering kelaparan.

Mona sang relawan di Al Mawasi.
Sibuk membagikan bahan bahan kebutuhan.
Beras , tepung , minyak , gula , mie.
Para pengungsi senang menerimanya.

Bisan sang jurnalis di Al Maghazi.
Bertemu banyak rombongan pengungsi.
Mereka kelelahan berjalan jauh.
Sandal dan sepatu mereka sobek semua.

Tito sang badut di Gaza Utara.
Selalu enerjik menghibur anak anak.
Bermain , bernyanyi , berjoget.
Tertawa gembira bersama sama.

Dr Mohammed di rumah sakit Kamal Adwan.
Merasa kelelahan dan ketakutan.
Sendirian mengurusi orang orang terluka.
Sementara rekan rekannya ditangkap semua.

Said sang relawan di Al Nuseirat.
Tanpa lelah memasang tenda tenda.
Memasak makanan dan membagikan barang.
Untuk pengungsi yang terlantar.

Saleh sang jurnalis di Khan Yunis.
Menemukan anak lelaki saat tengah malam.
Menangis sendirian di kuburan ibunya.
Tidak mau kembali ke tenda hingga pagi tiba.

Dahlan sang relawan di Deir El Balah.
Mengadakan acara nonton kartun bersama.
Anak anak berkumpul dan merasa gembira.
Nonton kartun sambil makan popcorn.

Ahmed sang jurnalis di Al Nuseirat.
Merasa kasihan melihat anak anak di dalam tenda.
Mereka kepanasan saat siang terik.
Dan kebanjiran saat hujan deras.

Samaa sang gadis pemain biola di Tel El Hawa.
Duduk di bawah pohon sambil memainkan biola.
Anak anak yang melihatnya tampak tenang.
Terlarut melupakan semua penderitaan.

Youmna sang jurnalis di Shujaiya.
Bertemu anak anak yang terlantar.
Mereka memungut makanan dari sampah.
Dan meminum air dari comberan.

Alaa sang tukang cukur di Al Nuseirat.
Mencukur rambut orang orang tanpa bayaran.
Dia cukup senang mendapat sedikit imbalan.
Rokok , roti , kopi atau ucapan terima kasih.

Hossam sang jurnalis di stadion Yarmouk.
Meliput banyak pengungsi yang berdatangan.
Mereka kelelahan , kelaparan , kehausan.
Terlantar tak punya tenda.

Renad sang gadis cilik di Deir El Balah.
Selalu ceria memasak berbagai makanan.
Dia memasak maqluba tanpa ayam.
Harga ayam naik tinggi tak terbeli.

Doaa sang jurnalis di rumah sakit Al Nasser.
Mengunjungi anak anak yang terluka.
Ada yang tangan dan kakinya buntung.
Ada yang kulitnya mengelupas terkena fosfor.

Israa sang guru di Al Bureij.
Mengajak rekan rekannya membuka tenda sekolah.
Mereka memberi alat menulis dan menggambar.
Anak anak senang bisa sekolah lagi.

Hind sang jurnalis di rumah sakit Al Aqsa.
Menyiarkan berita yang mengerikan.
Tenda tenda di sekitarnya hancur berantakan.
Terbakar terkena bombardir pesawat jet.

Samih sang pemuda pemain oud di Deir El Balah.
Penuh semangat bernyanyi sambil memainkan oud.
Sementara teman temannya lincah menari dabke.
Menghibur orang orang yang mengungsi.

Samara sang jurnalis di Al Zaitun.
Mendatangi tenda tenda para pengungsi.
Banyak anak anak yang kulitnya gatal.
Penuh borok dirubungi lalat.

Abdullah sang petani di Khan Yunis.
Nekat menyelinap kembali ke kebunnya.
Agar dia bisa memanen sekarung buah olive.
Cukup untuk dibagi para pengungsi.

Faiz sang jurnalis di Rafah.
Meliput jalanan yang sepi.
Tak ada apapun selain mayat mayat berlumuran darah.
Tewas bergelimpangan diserang quadcopter.

Hassan sang dosen di Al Rimal.
Tanpa lelah melakukan kuliah online.
Para mahasiswa bersemangat melanjutkan kuliah.
Tak peduli dengan kekacauan , kesulitan dan keterbatasan.

Mahmoud sang jurnalis di Shujaiya.
Menutup hidungnya sambil melakukan liputan.
Mayat mayat membusuk menjadi tulang belulang.
Dimakan anjing anjing liar yang kelaparan.

Abdallah sang relawan di Deir El Balah.
Sibuk mengurusi banyak kucing liar.
Dia mengobati dan memberi makan.
Lalu membelai belai dan bermain main.

  Mousa sang penyelamat sipil di Beit Hanoun.
Merasa putus asa tidak bisa menolong.
Orang orang yang terluka tertimpa bangunan.
Merintih rintih kesakitan menunggu kematian.

Fadi sang relawan di Al Maghazi.
Terus bergerak bersama rekan rekannya.
Mereka memasang solar panel , mengebor sumur dan membuat.
Para pengungsi memuji kerja keras mereka.

Yousef sang petugas medis di rumah sakit Al Quds.
Merasa ketakutan naik ambulance.
Drone pengebom terus mengejar.
Meledakkan jalanan yang dilewati.

Menna sang pelukis di Al Shati.
Menyuruh anak anak untuk mengantri.
Sementara dia melukis wajah mereka satu persatu.
Lukisan semangka , Handala dan bendera Palestina.

Nofal sang jurnalis di Shujaiya.
Mewawancarai seorang pria kurus penuh luka.
Pria itu baru saja dibebaskan dari penjara.
Terus disiksa hingga mengalami trauma.

Maha sang jurnalis di Deir El Balah.
Bersantai di pantai sambil memandangi senja.
Sementara anak anak muda di sekitarnya.
Penuh semangat bermain sepakbola.

Naji sang sopir taxi di kota Gaza.
Menyetir mobilnya pelan pelan sambil menangis.
Dia sedih melihat seluruh kotanya hancur lebur.
Tak ada yang tersisa selain puing puing reruntuhan.

Fatema sang relawan di Al Shati.
Berkumpul bersama anak anak perempuan di tenda besar.
Mereka duduk di tikar sambil membaca ayat ayat Al Quran.
Terdengar merdu hingga meneguhkan keimanan.

Ouda sang jurnalis di Jabalia.
Bertemu seorang pria yang naik kereta keledai pelan pelan.
kereta keledai itu mengangkut mayat anak anak yang berlumuran darah.
Ada yang kepalanya pecah , ada yang perutnya hancur.

Nour sang jurnalis di kota Gaza.
Tertawa senang melihat anak anak muda di sekitarnya.
Mereka bermain parkour melompati puing puing reruntuhan.
Lalu mengibarkan bendera Palestina di atas atap yang hampir roboh.

Khaled sang jurnalis di Beit Hanoun.
Tergesa gesa meliput pengeboman drone di jalanan.
Ledakan bom menghancurkan mobil hingga ringsek.
Orang orang di dalam mobil tewas mengenaskan berlumuran darah.

Ashraf sang insinyur elektronik di Al Nuseirat.
Tampak senang memamerkan barang barang buatannya.
Kipas angin , lampu meja , charger ponsel hingga kulkas.
Semuanya dibuat dengan rongsokan yang dia temukan.

Lubna sang jurnalis di rumah sakit Al Shifa.
Meliput kengerian setelah pembantaian massal.
Ratusan mayat membusuk bergelimpangan dimana mana.
Semuanya hancur tak berbentuk setelah dilindas tank dan buldoser.

Firas sang relawan di Al Bureij.
Naik truk bersama rekan rekannya ke tempat pengungsian.
Begitu tiba mereka langsung membagikan sepatu , mantel dan jaket tebal.
Anak anak senang tak lagi kedinginan.

Jumana sang janda di Al Mawasi.
Menangis teringat suaminya yang tewas tertembak quadcopter.
Dia juga lelah berusaha bertahan hidup tanpa suaminya.
Sementara anak anaknya masih kecil semua.

Rami sang pemuda kreatif di Al Nuseirat.
Mengumpulkan banyak kardus bekas dari tempat sampah.
Setelah itu dia membuat beraneka mainan kardus untuk anak anak.
Mobil mobilan , motor motoran , kapal kapalan dan lainnya.

Wedad sang gadis remaja di Al Mawasi.
Termenung sedih sambil memegang kunci tua dan kunci baru.
Kunci tua itu milik neneknya yang terusir dari rumah sejak 1948.
Kunci baru itu miliknya sendiri yang terus dibawa setelah rumahnya dihancurkan.

Mosab sang pelukis mural di Rafah.
Membawa banyak peralatan lukis dan cat beraneka warna.
Dengan penuh semangat dia melukis mural di reruntuhan tembok yang lebar.
Yang dia lukis adalah sosok Handala sedang makan semangka.

Dokter Ayaz di rumah sakit Al Awda.
Menangis melihat bayi bayi prematur yang tidur dalam inkubator.
Tak ada kiriman bahan bakar untuk terus menyalakan listrik yang hampir padam.
Bayi bayi prematur itu akan segera mati satu persatu.

Aboud sang pemuda kreatif di Al Maghazi.
Mengajak anak anak membuat layangan besar bendera Palestina.
Lalu mereka menerbangkan layangan besar itu di tepi pantai.
Siapapun yang melihatnya merasa masih punya harapan.

Duka lara yang dialami orang orang Gaza masih terus berlanjut.
Tapi orang orang Gaza masih terus melanjutkan suka cita.
Melakukan apapun yang masih bisa dilakukan.
Menikmati apapun yang masih bisa dinikmati.


November 2024

By Alvian Eleven

Tengah malam di pinggiran kota Surabaya.
Aku duduk sendiri di teras kafe tua.
Kupandangi jalanan yang lengang.
Sambil kuhisap pelan pelan rokokku.
Dan kuteguk kopiku yang tak lagi panas.

Tapi pikiranku tidak berada di sini.
Pikiranku masih berada jauh di Gaza.
Dimana kekacauan panjang tak kunjung berakhir.
Hingga aku lelah melihatnya setiap hari.
Seperti pertunjukan horor harian tanpa akhir.

Kusambungkan ponselku dengan wifi.
Lalu kulihat layar ponselku yang kusam.
Dan kubuka akun sosial media orang orang Gaza.
Ahmed , Omar , Eman , Mariam , Abdallah , Mohammed dan lainnya.
Seperti biasa mereka selalu memposting.
I'm still alive... I'm still alive... I'm still alive...

Tapi ada akun Facebook yang telah lama membisu.
Akun ini tidak lagi memposting apapun selama berbulan bulan.
Tentu saja aku sangat mengkhawatirkannya.
Dan aku menerka nerka apa yang terjadi padanya.
Apakah dia masih hidup atau sudah mati ?!?...

Akun ini milik seorang gadis bernama Nour.
Dia mengungsi dari Al Rimal kota Gaza.
Aku mengenal dia sejak akhir tahun kemarin.
Lalu kami merasa saling dekat satu sama lain.
Terhubung pikiran dan perasaan.
Antara Gaza dan Surabaya.

Aku ingat setiap hari aku selalu memberinya kata kata penyemangat.
Agar dia sanggup melalui hari demi hari yang kacau , berat , melelahkan dan berbahaya.
Nour selalu menceritakan apapun yang dia alami.
Penderitaannya... ketakutannya... kegetirannya... kecemasannya... kelelahannya... kesedihannya....
Aku juga merasakannya.

Ada kalanya situasi tenang sesaat.
Cukup tenang bagi Nour untuk mengenang kehidupannya.
Dia mengunggah foto rumahnya , lingkungannya , kampusnya dan juga sudut sudut indah kota Gaza.
Saat semuanya masih ada sebelum 07 October.

Bagi Nour nostalgia adalah penghiburan sesaat.
Pelipur lara di tengah penderitaan panjang.
Aku selalu terlarut nostalgia apapun yang dia ceritakan padaku.
Bersama teman temannya dia suka nongkrong di kafe tepi pantai.
Menyusuri keramaian jalan Al Rashid lalu makan jagung dan es krim di tepi jalan.
Atau menghabiskan uang untuk belanja baju di Watan mall dan Capital mall.

Membaca buku adalah hobi utama Nour.
Dia sering membeli buku di toko Samir Mansour.
Lalu dia membaca buku buku itu di kamarnya.
Berdinding pink , meja yang tertata rapi.
Dan sebuah teddy bear besar di atas kasur.

Memasak adalah hobi Nour yang lain.
Setiap hari dia memasak apapun di tungku tanah liat depan tendanya.
Falafel , mulukhiya , shakshuka , maqluba.
Tampak begitu lezat hingga membuatku penasaran.
Seumur hidup aku tidak pernah memakan hidangan Arab.

Nour juga suka mendengarkan musik.
Dia menyuruhku mendengarkan lagu lagu Fairuz.
Penyanyi diva legendaris dari Lebanon yang dia idolakan.
Aku terpesona mendengarkan suara lembut Fairuz.
Menyanyikan lagu lagu Arab yang liriknya tak kumengerti.

Nour punya kucing berbulu putih tebal.
Kucing gemuk dan lucu yang bernama Kimba.
Setiap hari Kimba selalu dimanjakan Nour.
Tapi terkadang Nour mengeluh karena Kimba makan terlalu banyak.
Sementara makanan kucing susah dicari dan harganya naik tinggi.
Tragisnya , setelah lebaran Kimba menghilang berhari hari lalu ditemukan tewas tertembak quadcopter.
Kematian Kimba membuat Nour sangat depresi.

Nour kuliah di Universitas Islamic Gaza.
Kampusnya telah hancur dan kuliahnya terhenti pada semester lima.
Tapi dia selalu bangga pernah menjadi muridnya Refaat.
Mewarisi ajarannya untuk melawan dengan tulisan.
Menulis apapun tentang Palestina dan kehidupan apa adanya di Gaza.
Dimana jiwa jiwa yang punya kehidupan tidak cuma dianggap sebagai angka.

Aku takut jika pada akhirnya Nour hanya menjadi angka.
Angka statistik para martir yang terus bertambah setiap hari.
Sementara dunia tidak mampu melakukan apapun selain hanya melihat pembantaian tanpa akhir.
Merampas kehidupan secara paksa dan menyakitkan.

Tak ada yang tidak menyakitkan di Gaza.
Tapi bagiku lebih menyakitkan tidak ada kabar apapun dari Nour.
Aku merasakan kehampaan kehilangan dia.
Aku merindukan percakapan dengan dia.
Yang bisa kulakukan sekarang hanyalah memandangi foto wajahnya yang cantik.
Aku sungguh mengagumi kecantikannya.
Tatapan matanya yang berkilau , senyuman bibirnya yang mempesona.
Sepertinya aku telah jatuh cinta padanya.

Where are you now ?... Where are you nour ?...
Selama berbulan bulan aku selalu bertanya seperti itu pada Nour.
Tapi hingga sekarang tak ada jawaban sama sekali dari Nour.
Jika seandainya dia memberiku kabar singkat saat ini.
Aku benar benar akan merasa sangat lega.

Don't leave me !.. please don't leave me alone !..
Nour selalu memohon seperti itu padaku.
Dia ingin aku selalu ada untuknya.
Tapi sekarang dia tidak ada untukku.
Dia telah meninggalkan aku tanpa kata.

Ketika kupandangi langit malam untuk sesaat.
Aku bertanya tanya tentang takdir Nour.
Apakah dia telah menjadi satu diantara bintang bintang di langit ?!
Ini tidak adil , aku mengenal Nour terlalu singkat pada waktu yang buruk ini.
Aku hanya ingin dia tetap berada di bumi , berada di kota Gaza yang dia cintai.
Aku sangat ingin menemuinya pada waktu yang baik seperti yang kami harapkan , waktu ketika tanah Palestina telah terbebaskan.


November 2024

By Alvian Eleven

In Gaza there are many painful ways to die.
For more than a year death after death continues to occur which seems tragic and sadistic.
You can see on TikTok like an endless daily horror show.
And if you are curious about what it feels like every day to escape death.
Try to imagine yourself in Gaza.

If you hide in your house jet planes will bombard until it's destroyed.
Then you will die under the rubble of your house.

If you are not alert when you are on the street snipers, drones, quadcopters will target you.
Then you will die from being shot or hit by an explosion.

If you are injured but there is no ambulance or civilian rescue to pick you up you will slowly bleed out.
Then you will bleed to death.

If you are injured but there is no medicine or adequate equipment in the hospital you will be in prolonged pain.
Then you will just die.

If no food aid enters Gaza you will starve until your body become weak.
Then you will starve to death.

If you are caught by the soldiers you will be tortured while being interrogated.
Then you will die in a mass execution.

If you are caught by the soldiers carrying tanks you will be forced to lie down on the ground.
Then you will be crushed to death by a tank until your body is scattered on the ground.

If you live in a tent various unexpected dangers will threaten you.
Then you will be killed by a jet , helicopter , drone or quadcopter.

So now you must be horrified to imagine yourself in Gaza.
You're lucky , you only see death after death on Tik Tok.
Without ever truly feeling that your life is threatened by death everyday.
If your life is as chaotic as people in Gaza.
You will not survive even just a day.


November 2024

By Alvian Eleven

Two years ago a Gazan girl named Sondos felt enthusiastic.
She started studying international law at Al Azhar University in Gaza.
She bought and studied many thick books.
Because she wanted her country Palestine to get justice.

But since last year Gaza has started to become chaotic.
Long chaos full of destruction and massacre.
It has not been stopped despite numerous protests around the world.
And also the pointless trial in Haque.

Where is justice ?!... why is there no justice for us ?!...
Don't we deserve justice ?!... why don't we get justice ?!
For over a year Sondos has always questioned justice for Palestine.
But it was useless , the justice never came.

Sondos feels disillusioned.
She has realized that international law is just a nonsense.
All she can do now is just sit in front of the campfire.
Warm herself while burning all her thick books about international law.

December 2024

By Alvian Eleven

Orang orang Indonesia suka makan Indomie.
Anak anak kos kere selalu makan Indomie.
Warung warung burjo juga selalu menyediakan Indomie.
Begitu juga aku yang seumur hidup selalu makan Indomie.

Indomie juga disukai orang orang Gaza.
Indomie menjadi makanan penyelamat mereka.
Indomie terus dikirimkan truk truk yang mengangkut bantuan.
Indomie dimasak dan dibagikan di tempat tempat pengungsian.

Tapi zionis zionis sinting malah menghancurkan Indomie.
Mereka mencegat truk yang mengangkut berdus dus Indomie.
Diambil secara paksa lalu diinjak injak hingga hancur semua Indomie.
Padahal seharusnya orang orang Gaza yang kelaparan bisa makan Indomie.

Banyak foto dan video yang menampilkan aksi penghancuran Indomie.
Tentu saja aku marah melihat zionis zionis sinting menghancurkan Indomie.
Orang orang Indonesia benar benar marah melihat hancurnya berdus dus Indomie.
Sosial media penuh komentar kemarahan tak terima melihat dihancurkannya berdus dus Indomie.


November 2024

By Alvian Eleven