A person becomes a warrior when he fights.
Against the rot that gnaws away at the life.
Tearing in long suffering.
Igniting burning anger amidst despair and helplessness.

Bitterness is too bitter to swallow.
Humiliation is too humiliating to hold.
Misery is too miserable to bear.
Pain is too painful to feel.

Tiredness is too tiring to force.
Emptiness is too empty to lament.
Futility is too futile to regret.
Confusion is too confusing to ponder.

That's all that's left when life is gnawn away.
Losing life is the same as dying.
Waiting for a slow painful death.
Drowning in self pity for an unfair fate.

Deciding to fight against rot is courageous.
To regain the life that was gnawn away.
To regain the honor that was trampled away.
To be able to live fully again with honor.

A person who fights has honor.
Fulfilling the nature of a warrior because of self respect.
When dying in the struggle means gaining the honor of a warrior.
When living in victory means gaining the life that was fought for.


August 2025

By Alvian Eleven

Palestine is the ending of the old story of the dark world.
And also...
Palestine is the opening of a new story of the bright world.
This is not only about the struggle of the Palestinian people.
This is about the struggle of humans who still have humanity.
Humanity which is the nature of light.
Light that is gripped by darkness until it is almost extinguished.
Through a long struggle in a rough transition.
At the end of Kaliyuga towards the beginning of Satyayuga.
Satyayuga Palestina
Satyayuga Dunya.
Keep fighting Oh Holy Spirit.
Keep fighting Oh Nur Muhammad.
Keep fighting Oh Atman.
Keep fighting Oh Buddhi.
Keep fighting Oh Ingsun.
The struggle is still long , don't stop here.
See you all at the beginning of Satyayuga.
See you all at the new story of the bright world.
The bright world is ours.


August 2025

By Alvian Eleven

What does " Free Palestine " mean when too many deaths to count ?!..
Tell me what does it mean about the liberation of Palestine ?!..
Maybe it doesn't mean anything anymore.
But maybe it is still very important to achieve.
So that whoever is still alive can remember whoever has died.
Carrying them to the free life they could never achieve.
Then the old history written in blood can be rewritten with gold ink.
To become a new history of imperfect glory.


August 2025

By Alvian Eleven

Anas Al Syarif who passed away on August 10 2025.
You never lost hope for Gaza , neither did I.
I have always held fast to the hope that Gaza will remain the land of the Gazan people.
So when one day I can come to Gaza.
The first thing I will do is visit your grave.
I will sit quietly to pay my respects and bless your soul.
While I sprinkle whatever flowers are sold in the market.
Know that I am honored to have known a brave journalist like you.
The great honor is yours Anas Al Syarif.


August 2025

By Alvian Eleven

For nearly two years Gaza has been in chaos.
Every day I used to watch relentless coverage by Anas Al Syarif.
The toughest and bravest journalist from Jabalia northern Gaza.
But now he is no longer appears in front of the camera as usual.
His strong voice is gone.
His resolute face is gone.
His charming smile is gone.
Because he had painfully ended his duty.
It was too painful to see his body wrapped in a shroud buried in a grave.
With a headstone made from broken floor tile written with blue marker.
While his helmet and blue jacket were lying shabby.
No longer worn as usual.

A bitter reality that is too hard to accept.
That Anas had become a martyr following hundreds of other Gaza journalists.
Ismail Al Ghoul , Hossam Shabat , Hassan Hamad , Omar Elderawi , Moamen Abu Al Ouf , Ayman Al Gedi...
Too many Gaza journalists fell one by one.
They had fulfilled their duties as fighter journalists.
Fighter journalists who were not afraid of any threats.
Fighter journalists who were accustomed to hardships , difficulties and limitations.
Fighter journalists who were forced to endure fatigue , hunger , thirst and stress.
Fighter journalists who only wanted to convey the truth from the ground.
That big crimes cannot be covered up with big lies.
Big lies spread massively by major media.

Anas was ready to sacrifice himself in his duty.
He breathed his last breath holding great honor as a journalist fighter.
I still feel sad and deeply mourn his loss.
But I also feel admiration for his courage , steadfastness and resilience.
His charismatic figure will always be eternal in my heart.

Farewell Anas Al Syarif.
Your shining soul is now heading towards a shining realm.
Let other Gaza journalists continue your duty.
Take over your role appearing in front of the camera every day.
Until Palestine is liberated.


August 2025

By Alvian Eleven

Silence during
One of the 21st century's
Most depraved hours
Stains our hands with
The blood of the innocent
Palestinians.

Palestinian children are
Starving to death it's the truth
With cravings that keep me up at night
The horrors buring day and night
A sandwich would do
Or soup maybe some bread too
Terminating life brings peace
Hunger ends Palestinians find release.

Amidst the sound of bombardment explosions and gunfire.
Screams and cries are heard.
Also heard the sound of hungry stomachs.
Stomachs tied with stones to suppress hunger with nothing to eat.
Besides drinking water mixed with salt.
Hoping to silence the stomachs that are making increasingly loud noises.
That is the sound of slow painful death.
From thin and malnourished bodies.


July 2025

By Alvian Eleven