Raids, rockets, guns, slaughter
any way to kill my friends’ daughters, my friends’ brothers, my friends’ mothers, my friends’ fathers.
I see your ash covered faces, I see your blood streaming, I see your tears dropping. I see your still bodies unprotected, I see your bullet covered corpses lying flat, I see your open wounds throbbing
Calling on you to keep fighting. Urging you to continue shouting. Begging you to carry on uniting.
I’m here for you in a hidden place until we meet. You’ve been there for me in Gaza’s streets.
Like our beloved Prophet, you’re suffering so
Yet you keep giving us a martyrdom show.
I remember you. I’m obliged not to eat. It’s Ramadan you know and it’ll end with a feast. But my dear friends will be missing at the table. I’ll be missing too but not because I’m gone. Because I’ll be standing up holding my Palestinian friends’ hands until the morning’s dawn.
Devils with legs, Satans with money...
How dare you try to smother our faith, ruin my friends’ homes, steal their three-shaded bands.
Who do you think you are? King of Iran? You’d do better to follow the Quran.
At least be a real Jew, at least be a real Christian, at least be a real Muslim. Netanyahu, Obama, Al Saud.
You heard me! Does your God approve of your devil worship? Does your God approve of your insanity? Does your God approve of your missing heart?
Just because you hate the truth - The Power it has – Its power to positively change the world. To stop you in your tracks. Don’t take that out on me. I AM THEM in a different part of the world. Like them, I AM HUMAN.
Do unto others as you would have them do unto you.
No way would you bulldoze yourself. No way would you set fire on yourself. No way would you drop bombs on yourself. So why do this to my friends? Why do this to me?
Listen! My oppressed friends are dying and much of the world is crying. The planet Earth is quickly frying.
Do you not see…"Palestine is the Issue." Thank you Imam Asi.
My dear friends facing great oppression - I will not turn my head away. My soul will not act as though you don’t matter. As though you don’t exist. As though I don’t care. I do! I’m bleeding too and I feel for you. I extend my hand and give you Salam. I embrace you - in your time of urgent need, in your time of struggle.
LONG LIVE PALESTINE! LONG LIVE MY OPPRESSED FRIEND!
By: Najwa Kareem
July 9, 2015