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

There was once a heaven on earth.
A shining heaven filled with...

prosperity , welfare , happiness , peacefullness , calmness , enjoyment , excitement , pleasure , richness , easiness , chance , satisfaction , healthiness , sanity , beauty , freedom , wholeness , cheerfulness , warmth , togetherness , comfort , safety , colour , meaning , eligibility , cleanliness , enthusiasm , regularity , serenity , well being , and all the other good things.

People in heaven felt fully alive.
But then the horde of greedy and hypocritical demons came.
planning to stole , destroy and take over heaven.
With misleading tricks and ***** methods.

The people in heaven fought back.
But instead they were blamed.
They became victims and had no power to defend heaven.
Until finally they lost heaven.

What remains is hell.
A dark rotten hell filled with...

chaos , fear , destruction , danger , bitterness , painfullness , hassle , despair , difficulty , fatigue , tiredness , sadness , grief , fragility , shackles , limitation , poverty , wasteness , loss , anger , disappointment , misery , powerlessness , helplessness , hunger , thirst , anxiety , panic , ineligibility , humiliation , madness , sickness , agony , sorrow , oppression , and all the other bad things.

People in hell are still alive but don't feel alive.
They are dying slowly while waiting for a miracle that never comes.
But maybe there is still some strength left.
The last remaining strength for the decisive struggle.


December 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

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

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 have seen plenty of kites after Refaat was martyred a year ago.
Those kites were flown continuosly by Refaat's students.
Gave hope , spirit , encouragement and consolation.
To anyone who has seen those kites.

Refaat has taught his students how to make kites.
The kites are made from writings about struggle and resistance.
About life that is loved by souls who don't want to just be considered as numbers.
Because souls who love life deserve to live.

Until today Refaat's students are still flying kites.
Which means there is still hope to fight for.
And the whole world will not let the dying Palestinians fight alone.
Because the whole world has seen those kites , the whole world has become Palestine.


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

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

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

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

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

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 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

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