Analogies are at times .. blunt , but bear with me.
In game of thrones, there is this man, greyjoy. He is taken hostage and after a while they cut his ‘manhood’ off (which is a tactic used in many torture prisons, in our area in particular, the thought of how many men have gone through this) yet my point is still yet to come, after he lost his manhood he became a man with no personality, a personal dog to the man who tortured him, with all my respect, and with no cultural reference whatsoever to ‘manhood’. That became our story of fall down, our .. as in my nation, as in my beloved country .. my big country.
Excuse the outburst, but dored laham -I understand he is taking sides on syria, yet aside from politics please- in the play ‘kasak ya watan’ which was written by al maghoot, said that we lack just one small thing … dignity.
Lets turn over to psychology, why is it in our hearts to accept that no dignity is offered to us? that the enemy my simply stake us in a car like pieces of meat, blind our eyes, come into our houses and go through all that is ours, make our hearts beat so fast cause any moment now that gun on his shoulder may make the last voice I will ever hear. Guilt, perhaps? guilt that we could not defend her. is it our unforgivable sin? if we were so pure then why do we stand here, why would we be on the floor. why isn’t it our voice that is tearing a hole in the ozone. why are we not screaming in the court of the world.
That look on a Palestinian man’s face when he is grabbed by a soldier fills my lungs with rage. who do you think you are you bastard, a Palestinian’s blood is pure. leave the prejiduce out, an ordinary man’s heart is pure, I know these men, the man they murdered looks like my old school bus driver who sang as he drove, and that man in the blind fold, looks like our grocer .. they even have the same belly. and that man that was sentenced to 20 years of jail, looks like the shop keeper who used to give me candy when i went to his store, these humans are my family, I know their stories and their accents, their houses, and their wives .. I know their wedding songs by heart. and you step your filthy feet on him? who do you think you are?
” The ordinary man, however hard his life may be, at least has the pleasure of not thinking about it”
-Pessoa
That is how the sheep of war came into existence.
I refuse to bind my time to this unraveling technology. if all of the written benefits truly came we would have become more human, yet we became less, we sit here with complete knowledge, we hear them, we see them … And as a reply to their calls,we say … it is a capitalist world dearest, every man for him self.
All of the tribal laws should take the responsibility of turning them selves into the dust that makes up our deserts. humanity is not all my tribe, for your tribe was made so that you would have each others back but not on each other but on the enemy.
We never expect life’s darkness, we never appreciate that a joke may be the only un-hurtful truth.
Revolt for our dignity .
A documentary on the inner life of reservists in the israeli army,
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