Gaza…a tale of love and resilience

If Amos Oz grew up in Gaza, his autobiography would be of that love and anything but darkness. It is resilience that defines every single aspect of these people.

I cannot call them my people. They are at a level that is way beyond … I always thought that resilience is what characterizes Palestinians. However, when I saw Gazans. I could see resilience in motion.

How can people go such destruction? Brutality. Seize. Fraction. Limited resources. Demographic explosion. Humidity and surrounding leftovers of a non-ending war and memorials of what used to be a house and a poster wit ha photo and a name remaining from a son or a brother or a husband or father or a neighbor or a friend…

I entered Gaza with so many mixed emotions of nostalgia and humbleness mixed as well with sorrow and sadness of images that continue to repeat themselves in my head along the days. Images of death, blood, and destruction.

A city that embraces death with a smile and raising the hand. Resistance is all that it can have. Moreover, a beach of a sea that aggression cannot seize.

As the car was driving and the driver was trying to inform me about details of destruction that took place, which some were obvious and others no longer existed with buildings entirely wiped away. Stories of martyrs and descriptions of battles that took place … moreover, a story of human loss after a story of another yet to hear loss. People left with eternal disability along with yet again another displacement …

A population that is by more that eighty percent of its people refugees has found itself with high numbers becoming internally displaced …

Somewhere it is no surprise that struggle for survival in that spot of this nation is quite as a unique.

The images of death haunt the neighborhoods. The destruction and the slow rebuilding, temporary caravans, and any empty lot that can become a park as a recreation to a community…

A sea that embraces people. Washes away the destruction, the ambiguity, the fraction … a will to live … despite life…

Gazans, like their sea … on a quiet surreal current … it is hard to realize what they are up to … however, one thing for sure … their strong will to be.

Gaza might not be the most beautiful city, as Mahmoud Darwish once described, but now I understand what it means to be a town with people who insist on grabbing life from the mouth of death …destruction …

Gaza is a city of people ..who insist on burying destruction beneath the waters of its sea … and purify themselves after every death, every loss, every wound ….and embrace life yet again and again and again …

Published by nadiaharhash

Exploring my own Shoes ... somehow my walk , my way ... Being a woman is one thing . One important thing of originally two things. However, living in a global patriarchal dominance makes one thing dominant of another . A lifetime struggle of women resilience for being the one thing they are Women . All the resilience of being a woman is another ONE thing . For being a Moslem woman is another thing . Being a Moslem woman living in an Occupied land is definitely a totally other thing. What if you add divorce to this ? Being a Woman, a Moslem , a Palestinian and Divorced … makes the introduction to living in my shoes… Living in a Shoe of a Woman. PS. English is not my first language.. I know I often need to edit , however, there is something in the power of the 'click send' button.. ever since I did it the first time .. I enjoy clicking directly from my heart...unedited...

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      1. You are welcome and I would like to thank you for your insights and words to help the world understand the situation. chuq

  1. I can only echo what chuq said; a powerful tribute to a people who have turned chaos into a cauldron where beauty is created with each breath….

    Aye. well done indeed… I’ll be re-blogging this later today…

    gigoid

  2. Reblogged this on gigoid and commented:
    Nadia Harash pens another powerful tribute to the spirit of those who live in Gaza, under the oppression of Israel’s insane, genocidal paranoia… Read it, and you’ll know the truth…

    gigoid

  3. hi nadia- philip way back in 2007. i am now re-reading gaza mom and it is our book club selection for may. an excellent article by you as always,

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