While searching for a suitable picture, I discovered a site and a letter written by Sameeha, a palestinian living in Gaza, uprooted from Aqeb, a Palestinian village, south of Ramlla, occupied by Israel since 1948. Gaza is the largest refugee camp on earth. Two thirds of the Palestinians of Gaza are refugees who were kicked out of their cities, towns, and villages in 1948.
The letter is addressed to a Palestinian uprooted from Sandala, a Palestinian village, 8 km north Jinin, under Israeli military occupation since 1948, actually it is addressed to me, to Nahida, and every exiled Palestinian, every stateless Palestinian.
A cry against Yasser Abd-Rabu, who sold our ROR in Tzipi Livni’s bed.
I would add, its a cry against the leaders of Hamastan Celebrating the long truce and the “Intifada” against the Syrian enemy.
|Declaring Palestine: Revisiting Hope and Failure|
there could be no “Palestinian State” without you. For this, Stateless we shall both remain.
06 Saturday Aug 2011
You, who were born elsewhere and forced to live there; I, who was born and confined here within the borders, within the walls, within the barber wires.
You said you are not eligible for one. Held in my hands, my Palestinian Passport was turned into a curse with the words,
They say that I won’t have to calm my sister down every time she wakes screaming in the midnight, for the bombing would stop. Her nightmares won’t. Her memories won’t.
They say we would be an independent people. My mother would no longer be a refugee. She would have to give up every dream of going back to Aqer.
They also say we would have a president. An anthem. A flag, again. A map. And when I teach my students to draw the map of the State of Palestine, I would have to explain to them why it is fragmented into tens of pieces.
Why does it not sound like the Gold Palestine their mothers wear on their chests, embroider with their hands. I would have to explain to them why the State of Palestine is surrounded everywhere by another state called Israel.
Amongst this mess, I wonder if they would remember that you exist somewhere. That you exist everywhere. But not home. Not in the “State”. Would they see you the way I do?
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- A Letter to Mother Palestine and her Daughters
- A free Palestine: Free from the River to the Sea
- Embracing the Land
- This is Our Land and This is Our Blood
- One Heart; Beating for Palestine
- Call me a Palestinian from Palestine
- A Trilogy: The Road to “Independence” (1)
- A Trilogy: The Road to “Independence” (2)