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

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

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

Should we be grateful ?!
We can eat three times a day.
Meanwhile people in Gaza are starving.

Should we be grateful ?!
we can drink coffe , fruit juice and cold drinks
Meanwhile people in Gaza are thirsty.

Should we be grateful ?!
We can sleep using a warm blanket in our comfort room.
Meanwhile people in Gaza are freezing in flooded tents.

Should we be grateful ?!
We can freely use wifi.
Meanwhile people in Gaza have difficulty getting internet.

Should we be grateful ?!
We can freely use electricity.
Meanwhile people in Gaza have to charge their cellphones using solar panels.

Should we be grateful ?!
We can relax and enjoy the beauty of nature.
Meanwhile people in Gaza are trapped in dangerous chaos.

Should e be grateful ?!
We can go to any places we like.
Meanwhile people in Gaza don't know where to go.

Should we be grateful ?!
We have money to buy anything.
Meanwhile people in Gaza have difficulty getting donations.

Should we be grateful ?!
We can buy all the necessary things.
Meanwhile people in Gaza cannot buy anything because prices are increasing.

Should we be grateful ?!
Our children can play in the park and go to school.
Meanwhile children in Gaza are exhausted from queuing for water and food in the sweltering heat.

Should we be grateful ?!
Our children can sleep peacefully while having sweet dreams.
Meanwhile children in Gaza cannot sleep because of the sound of non stop bombardments.

Should we be grateful ?!
Just because our lives are still pretty normal.
Meanwhile the lives of Gazans are far below normal.


November 2024

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Pluto is all about rebirth.
Same as Jesus who will be born again.
In the middle of the rubble.
And pool of blood mixed with body fragments.

This rebirth will be very painful.
It's will be a blood stained Christmas.
a Christmas covered in blood and the smell of gunpowder.
But what must be rebirth will still be born.

Teng !... teng !... teng !... teng !...
The bell rang loudly amidst the sound of bombardment explosions.
Bluaar !!... bluaar !!.... bluaar !!... bluaar !!...
But the holy angels still came down to bless the rebirth.

Merry christmas Palestine !... merry christmas Palestine !...
You are Jesus , you are born again.
You are purified and refreshed by the water.
Spilled from the vessel of the goddess Aquarius.


December 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

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

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

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

Setahun lebih....

Setahun lebih aku masih tak percaya.
Jaman modern terjadi pembantaian besar besaran.
Terus dipotret dan direkam oleh orang orang Gaza.
Mengguncangkan normalitas seluruh dunia.

Setahun lebih aku lupa rasanya hidup normal.
Yang kulakukan tiap hari hanya membuka sosial media.
Terus melihat pertunjukan horor harian di Gaza.
Pembantaian demi pembantaian yang tak ada habisnya.

Setahun lebih aku terus berpura pura normal.
Dari luar terlihat baik baik saja tapi dari dalam terus menderita.
Penderitaan orang orang Gaza yang berkepanjangan.
Juga menjadi penderitaanku.

Setahun lebih....

Setahun lebih aku kehilangan kenikmatan.
Soto , rawon , bakso dan makanan apapun tak lagi terasa nikmat.
Aku teringat terus dengan orang orang dan anak anak Gaza.
Mereka sering kelaparan hingga kurus kering kekurangan gizi.

Setahun lebih aku kehilangan kesenangan.
Film , musik , game dan hiburan apapun tak lagi menyenangkan.
Aku teringat terus dengan orang orang dan anak anak Gaza.
Mereka selalu ketakutan terancam kematian yang menyakitkan.

Setahun lebih aku kehilangan ketenangan.
Tidurku tidak pernah terasa nyenyak.
Aku teringat terus dengan orang orang dan anak anak Gaza.
Mereka selalu kedinginan saat malam tanpa punya apapun untuk kehangatan.

Setahun lebih....

Setahun lebih aku tak lagi punya semangat.
Segala macam urusanku jadi berantakan.
Rasanya aku kesulitan berkonsentrasi penuh.
Setiap hari pikiran dan jiwaku terus tertuju pada Gaza.

Setahun lebih aku terus mengkhawatirkan mereka.
Orang orang Gaza yang telah kukenal hingga kuanggap saudara.
Jika mereka terlalu lama menghilang tanpa kabar.
Rasanya aku benar benar sangat khawatir.

Setahun lebih aku merasa seperti orang mati.
Terlalu sering melihat kematian demi kematian yang menyakitkan.
Darah terus bertumpahan , serpihan dan potongan tubuh terus berceceran.
Angka statistik para martir terus bertambah setiap hari.

Setahun lebih....

Setahun lebih aku masih merasa heran.
Melihat orang orang tetap menjalani kehidupan normal.
Bersenang senang atau sibuk urusan sendiri.
Tanpa peduli apapun tentang Palestina.

Setahun lebih aku masih tetap heran.
Melihat orang orang muslim yang tampak religius.
Hanya sibuk beribadah siang malam.
Tanpa peduli apapun tentang Palestina.

Setahun lebih aku masih tetap terheran heran.
Melihat gerai dan restoran Amerika masih tetap ramai.
Produk produk Barat masih tetap dibeli.
Tanpa peduli apapun tentang boikot.

Setahun lebih....

Setahun lebih rasanya benar benar memuakkan.
Melihat para pemimpin Barat terus beretorika.
Bicara perdamaian dan kemanusiaan.
Tapi terus mendukung pembantaian.

Setahun lebih rasanya semakin memuakkan.
Melihat para pemimpin Arab terus membual.
Pura pura peduli dengan Palestina.
Tapi diam diam mendukung Israel di belakang.

Setahun lebih rasa muakku semakin tak tertahankan.
Melihat media media Barat dan buzzer buzzer zionis.
Terus menerus menyangkal dan membenarkan pembantaian.
Tak peduli seluruh dunia sudah tahu kenyataan yang sebenarnya.

Setahun lebih....

Setahun lebih aku telah putus asa.
Kehilangan harapan yang tampak terlalu sulit diwujudkan.
Seluruh dunia terus melakukan aksi protes menentang Israel.
Tapi tak terjadi perubahan apa apa.

Setahun lebih aku telah kecewa.
Tak percaya lagi dengan tatanan dunia.
Yang tak lebih sekedar ilusi kemunafikan.
Bentukan Barat yang merasa berkuasa atas dunia.

Setahun lebih aku telah lelah.
Menunggu keajaiban yang tak kunjung terjadi.
Seluruh dunia terus bertanya tanya.
Kapan dan bagaimana semua ini akan berakhir ?!..

Setahun lebih....


November 2024

By Alvian Eleven

Sore hari setelah hujan reda.
Temanku mengajak keliling Surabaya.
Dia menyetir mobilnya yang usang.
Melewati jalanan kota yang ramai.

Kami melewati beberapa restoran Amerika.
Mc D , KFC , Burger King dan Pizza Hut.
Semuanya tampak ramai dipenuhi orang.
orang orang itu masih tetap makan di sana.
Tanpa peduli dunia sedang memboikot.

Lalu kami berhenti di minimarket.
Temanku ingin membeli rokok dan jus buah.
Tapi di dalam ada banyak orang berbelanja.
Membeli produk produk P&G , Nestle , Mondelez dan Unilever.
Tanpa peduli dunia sedang memboikot.

Tak jauh dari minimarket ada taman bunga.
Kami nongkrong sebentar sambil merokok.
Ada banyak juga orang yang sedang nongkrong.
Sambil meminum Coca Cola atau Pepsi.
Tanpa peduli dunia sedang memboikot.

Kami merasa heran dengan semua orang.
Apakah mereka tidak tahu atau tidak mau tahu ?!..
Bahwa produk produk Barat yang mereka konsumsi.
Berlumuran darah dan bercampur serpihan tubuh.
Orang orang dan anak anak Gaza.


November 2024

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

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

Bulan tampak besar dan terang.
Aku memandangnya pada saat tengah malam.
Sambil berdiri di tepi sawah yang sepi.
Dekat rel kereta pinggiran Surabaya.

Kukeluarkan ponselku dari saku celana.
Lalu kupotret bulan yang kupandang.
Setelah itu langsung kuunggah fotonya.
Pada akun Instagramku.

Kulihat ada banyak postingan foto.
Dari akun Instagram orang orang Gaza.
Ternyata mereka juga sedang memandang bulan.
Bulan yang sama dengan yang kupandang.

Maha sedang duduk di atap rumah.
Dia memandang bulan sambil minum kopi.
Tanpa peduli bombardir pesawat jet.
Meledakkan pemukiman di Deir El Balah.

Omar sedang nongkrong dengan temannya.
Dia memandang bulan sambil merokok.
Melepas lelah setelah membantu relawan.
Membagikan makanan di Khan Yunis.

Mariam sedang termenung di depan tenda.
Dia memandang bulan sambil mengenang.
Kehidupannya yang hilang tak tersisa.
Terkubur puing puing rumahnya di Tel El Hawa.

Malak sedang menangis sedih.
Dia memandang bulan sambil mengingat.
Seorang teman akrabnya yang telah tiada.
Tewas terkena tembakan ******.

Dr Abraham sedang duduk di balkon.
Dia memandang bulan sambil mengeluh.
Kelelahan mengurusi orang orang terluka.
Memenuhi rumah sakit Al Nasser.

Saleh sedang melihat sekumpulan anak muda.
Mereka gembira menari dabke dan bermain oud.
Di atas puing puing reruntuhan bangunan.
Sementara bulan bersinar terang di belakang.

Begitulah bulan yang besar dan terang.
Menjadi penghias malam orang orang Gaza.
Yang masih terjebak kekacauan panjang.
Tanpa tahu kapan akan berakhir.


November 2024

By Alvian Eleven

A Gazan man named Omar hasn't eaten chicken for almost a year.
Because the price of chicken has risen so high that he can't buy it.
Omar can only look at the chicken being sold in the market.
He has even forgotten what it's like to eat chicken.
When he returned to the tent he only had a plate of rice.
Then he drew a chicken and put it on a plate of rice.
So he ate the rice while imagining the taste of chicken meat.

At night Omar prayed to God.
He prayed that he could eat chicken even just once.
He didn't care about dying but he wanted to be able to eat chicken first.

The next day several volunteers came to the refugee camp.
They went tent by tent to distribute food.
Children and people were happy to receive the food.
Then Omar also got a box of food.
When he opened , it turned out it was chicken shawarma.
Omar was so happy that he ate it quickly
He chewed the chicken while laughing happily.
For him this chicken shawarma was a luxury.
So after eating he expressed his gratitude.
Because his prayer last night had come true.


November 2024

By Alvian Eleven

6 a.m di Surabaya - 1 a.m di Gaza

Saat bangun tidur badanku terasa lemas.
Masih terlalu pagi aku masih ingin berbaring di kasur.
Sambil kubuka akun X orang orang Gaza yang kukenal.
Tapi hanya akun Omar yang tampak aktif.
Memposting apapun yang sedang dia alami.

Omar mengeluh susah tidur.
Kedinginan berselimut kain tipis usang.
Banyak nyamuk masuk ke tendanya.
Sementara di luar suara zanana mengganggu.
Diselingi ledakan bombardir pesawat jet.

10 a.m di Surabaya - 05 a.m di Gaza

Aku bosan menunggu antrian bank yang ramai.
Sambil menunggu sepi kubuka lagi akun Omar.
Dia mengeluh melihat banyak belatung.
Merubung sisa tepungnya yang hampir kadaluwarsa.
  Dia tak bisa lagi membuat roti.

11 a.m di Surabaya - 06 a.m di Gaza

Aku menunggu ojek online di tepi jalan.
Sambil merokok kubuka lagi akun Omar.
Dia mengeluh kehabisan sabun dan shampo.
Sementara air untuk mandi dan mencuci.
Hanya tersisa setengah ember.

01 p.m di Surabaya - 08 a.m di Gaza

Aku sedang makan siang di Peneleh.
Makan pecel sambil kubuka lagi akun Omar.
Dia mengeluh saat mengantri di toko.
Menghabiskan waktu dan tenaga.
Berdesak desakan hanya untuk sekantung roti.

04 p.m di Surabaya - 11 a.m di Gaza

Saat sore aku nongkrong di Wonokromo.
Minum kopi sambil kubuka lagi akun Omar.
Dia mengeluh setelah belanja di pasar.
Bawang , tomat , terong , kentang dan cabai.
Harganya semakin naik tak terjangkau.

06 p.m di Surabaya - 01 p.m di Gaza

Aku sedang duduk di beranda masjid.
Menunggu isya sambil kubuka lagi akun Omar.
Dia mengeluh setelah berjalan jauh.
Merasakan kepanasan dan kelelahan.
Hanya untuk mengecas ponselnya di solar panel dekat pantai.

08 p.m di Surabaya - 03 p.m di Gaza

Aku masih makan malam di Tunjungan.
Makan rawon sambil kubuka lagi akun Omar.
Ternyata di Gaza sedang hujan deras.
Omar mengeluh setelah tendanya kebanjiran.
Barang barangnya basah terkena air hujan.

09. p.m di Surabaya - 04 p.m di Gaza

Temanku mengajak minum kopi di kafe.
Minum cappucino sambil kubuka lagi akun Omar.
Dia mengeluh sudah lama tidak makan ayam.
Yang bisa dia lakukan hanyalah menggambar ayam.
Lalu menaruhnya di atas piring kosong.

10 p.m di Surabaya - 5 p.m di Gaza

Aku sedang menonton sepakbola.
Saat jeda kubuka lagi akun Omar.
Dia mengeluh setelah memeriksa Gofundme.
Hampir seminggu tak mendapat donasi.
Sementara uangnya hanya tersisa puluhan shekel.

01 a.m di Surabaya - 08 p.m di Gaza

Tengah malam aku bersiap tidur.
Sambil berbaring di kasur kubuka lagi akun Omar.
Ternyata pemukiman dekat tendanya baru saja dibombardir.
Omar mengeluh setelah kelelahan membantu evakuasi.
Dia hampir muntah melihat serpihan tubuh berlumuran darah.

03. a.m di Surabaya - 10 p.m di Gaza

Aku merasa kesulitan tidur.
Sambil mendengarkan musik kubuka lagi akun Omar.
Ternyata dia masih tetap mengeluh.
Merasa lelah terus menerus mengeluh.
Terlalu banyak keluhan hingga kelelahan mengeluh.

Aku juga lelah melihat Omar terus mengeluh.
Tapi orang yang menderita memang harus mengeluh.
Hanya mayat yang tak bisa lagi mengeluh.
Mayat tak merasakan penderitaan untuk dikeluhkan.
Daripada menjadi mayat lebih baik Omar tetap hidup walaupun terus mengeluh.


November 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

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

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

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

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 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

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

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

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

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

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

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

America is dying.
Its people are getting poorer and sicker.
Losing their rights which are endlessly plundered by political clowns.
Those political clowns played by octopus tentacles.
The octopus called Israel is entrenched in the land of Palestine.
Getting fatter and more ferocious plundering the rights of the American people.
Some people are waking up and resist.
But they are being silenced by violence and nonsense law.
The rest of the people are still lulled in the mirage.
The illusion of democracy and the outdated dream of American glory.
Without realizing that America is dying.


December 2024

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

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

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

Israel is a vicious octopus.
Its tentacles gripped Europe and America.
And its mouth devoured Palestine.
So if you want to liberate Palestine.
Cut off the tentacles then hit the head hard.
This octopus will die and become the carcass of history.


November 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

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 forgot the taste of Big Mac burger from Mc Donald's and crispy fried chicken from KFC.

I forgot the taste of beef cheese pizza from Pizza Hut and various donuts from Dunkin.

I forgot the taste of drinks like Cola Cola, Sprite, Fanta, Pepsi and coffee from Starbucks.

I also forgot the taste of Oreo , Cadbury chocolate , Danone biscuit and Walls ice cream.

Do you know why I've forgotten everything I ever liked ?!

Coz I've been boycotting it all for over a year until I forgot what it felt like.

And I have to forget forever coz I have decided to boycott 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