A curious thought twinkles among my so many middle eastern fears. In the sick fog of the hypotheticals reside my daily existential anxieties. Black swans of thought experiments that might be my tomorrow in such an unpredictable era that the world has put us in without our asking. I write the questions of my worst fears and subconscious wonders. Where hope is just another shade of despair. I am deafened by all the shouts and cries within my skull. World contradictions mark the world's humans in all sorts of ranks. Some sufferings matter more than others apparently.
So when Israel builds large furnaces and burns Palestinians in them. Am I an antisemitic to shout my criticism of Israel policy then? It has already created mass segregated prisons in Gaza and the west bank. It has the public rhetoric and execution of erasing villages, ethnic cleansing, and militarized mass violence in the name of identity supremacy. Should I wait for the second phase of starving concentrated camps? Or should I wait even further till the flames are furious? Or am I owed to wait till the ashes are found? Adding yet another guilt on top of the original guilt. How long should I wait for my shouts and cries to be heard? For you to believe that we are also victims; victims of the victims you so uphold on a biblical pedestal. The chosen ones were chosen to be our occupiers and torturers. The people of the 'end of time'. They have the nuclear weapons to bring it upon us too.
When can I shout some sanity into the enlightened generations of the 21st century? That there is nothing exceptional about a medieval notion of a state that honors only one type of humans above all others and is only based on a book and faith. Aren't we all humans created equal?
Drop the knife, my judge and executor. Palestinians should not be paying that promised pound of flesh. We aren't even in the epic Shakespearian tale of European antisemitic centuries until you forced them out of Europe land into ours. If Israelis were Muslims, Palestinians would still fight the occupation and its colonial agenda. What's in the name? Which we call a Zionist, by any other word would spell our blood as red.
- Child of Handala
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