The place you don't remember, is the safest place you've been; your very existence is proof of that. A heartbeat away from yours is your mother's own heartbeat, pumping life into every part of your tiny body.
Your mother; the being that creates you, feeds you and gives birth to you, eventually will expose you to this world.
The israelis, after killing Palestinians for six months, have perfected the art of Genocide and invented THE DEAD WOMB; a place life seizes to exist.
The Palestinians can always be found near death itself; with nothing but faith, resilience and an inexplicable will to live; side stepping our eternal foe and valiantly saving their families, friends and neighbors.
While the israelis were busy perfecting the art of killing, the Palestinians have found their way into our collective nightmares and we watch them perfecting the art of living:
without food, without water, without love, without all that makes life worth living.
The Palestinians seem to be whispering to us the greatest secret of all: a human being can outlive almost anything except the necessity of having each other.
🍉 LONG LIVE THE Palestinians! 🍉
