I'm Hamas
and I wake and sleep fueled by this rage inside.
The unrelenting memories of my childhood: the fear of the soldiers and their cruelty. The humiliations I witnessed to family and friends.
The sadness when I understood that the strongest man I knew, my hero, my father, couldn't protect me, couldn't protect my mother, couldn't protect my sister.
I'm Hamas.
and I wake and sleep fueled by this rage inside.
The unrelenting memories of my childhood: the emptiness inside watching entire families killed in a single day.
I'm Hamas.
and I wake and sleep fueled by this rage inside.
The unrelenting memories of my childhood: the shame I felt running away when the settlers came and began beating my neighbors. Stealing their houses. My mother holding my hand tight and pulling me along to safety.
I'm Hamas.
and I wake and sleep fueled by this rage inside.
The unrelenting childhood memories: the moment I realized I wasn't safe anywhere.
The unrelenting memories of my childhood: made me who I am.
I know I have a choice:
live and die at the hands of my oppressors;
Exercise the lessons they taught me: brutality, sadism, unrelenting terror and fight back.
The question is not, and will never be, do you condemn Hamas? The question is:
ARE YOU HAMAS?
How many years would you take the blows, the humiliations, the injustices, the killings of children, of entire families?
I'm Hamas.
and I wake and sleep fueled by this rage inside.
The unrelenting memories of my childhood and the lessons I learned from the people God chose to be my neighbors.
What would you do in my shoes?
I'm Hamas.
ARE YOU HAMAS?
