I look around and wonder if it is just a foggy day or month or year or decades of my life as a Palestinian … holding up tight within myself waiting desperately for a clear day … just an average day when I will wake up and look at the sky and see it bright. Look at the sun and see it shine…look at the trees and flowers and watch them move in their destiny’s lively dance. Waking up one day to Palestine, I grew up thriving to have… to the Palestinian cause that was injected into our veins. To join the rally of humanity .. to feel normal.. to feel human .. to feel belonging to the human race…
But instead. I wake up not knowing if it is another dusty day. if the sun that shines in the morning will keep its warmth to the night…
The ugly reality of our lives is a nation that has been so fragmented when each of us became a nation of his own. Palestine became a single unit for each. Each one of us has his own Palestine, with its people, its government, its ministers. It is not the Palestine we were raised to have.. it is not the Palestine we thrived on liberating…
It is a Palestine injected with selfish needs and personal interests, and anything else is the enemy…
A day, a month, a year, six decades… of crying over a loss of land, of a diaspora of a nation, of imprisonment of a population, of occupation…. And yet… we fail to have a single voice for reconciliation … we carry on to a black fog of authority that exists on personal interests and draining every single vein of its people … a mist that certifies.. every single moment the death of Palestine.
Yes… this is Nakba.
17-5-2012