This is something I had to take off my chest as a Palestinian descent and fellow human.
I'm at a loss of words. I want to say so much yet the rage that my whole body and soul feels can't be properly expressed in words.
100 days. We have witnessed a GENOCIDE that has been BROADCASTED INTERNATIONALLY for more than 100 DAYS and people refuse to see what's in front of their noses.
We are the lucky ones. We have the privilege of having a roof over our heads, food in our tables, clothes to dress, running water, potable water, electricity, medicine, OUR LOVED ONES.
Many people don't want to see, they don't want to accept that there is this level of cruelty of evil in the world, especially from people that call themselves' "God's chosen".
Would their God approve the massacre that is being commited in their name? Torturing and killing innocent people for a piece of land that was "promised to them"? How is it morally correct to say that this is something good?
Zionists mocking the refugees, soldiers killing civilians, Govenrments with all the power to stop this not stepping in...it hurts deeply.
We are doing our best as fellow humans and as regular everyday people: boycotting, striking, donating, keeping the voices of the people that can't speak and the sad reality is that few people listen.
Holocaust survivors are saying this is a genociede, wouldn't you listen to them, to the people that have survived that hell and recognize this is another genocide?
Sometimes I feel like this rage that I feel, this sadness comes from my ancestors and sometimes I feel like I'm not the one that has to say these things since I was born outside of Palestine to a family that ran away from war for the safety of their descendants and they were able to do so.
I have been told all my life by many that I'm not Palestinian, and that's right I wasn't born there but why can't I, a Palestinian descendant speak up and communicate all the pain that the stories that my grandparents, granduncles and granaunts told me growing up?
The only times I saw my grandmother cry where her speaking up on how all of her brothers had to flee via boat to escape military service and not know if they made it alive to another country and then all of the sisters and their mother had to sell all of their stuff and leave their homeland for an opportunity of living in peace.
How can I not be simpathetic when my granduncles told me about how they had to become the "men of the house hold" before turning 14 because their father disappeared and they never knew if he even made it alive?
How can I not speak up when my last grandaunt told me before dying that life had been rough but that they made it together as siblings and that she is proud of building their lives from the ground up after they had to leave everything behind?
How can I not feel empathy and sadness towards my family and what they went through as a result of war?
How can I not speak up about all of the stories that other people of the Palestinian community have told me about their parents and grandparents having to flee their country because of war?
How can I not speak uo about all the racism that they had to go through?
How can I not speak up about the pain that I feel every time I remember my grandparents, granduncles and grandaunts and how the situation they fled from keeps happening and is worsening?
How can I keep quiet when this is like loop that keeps happening?
How can not speak up when, in the past when the conflict of the Middle East came out and we as Palestinian descents spoke about the history and the atrocities out ancestors in the hands of Israel we were told that we were antisemitic?
We all saw this coming, we have always been vocal about this, we have always known something like this was bount to happen .
Alas, our concerns were never taken seriously.
Whenever I see pictures of the carnage that its happening over there I cry from impotence, from rage and from sadness.
So many lives lost, families destroyed, people clinging to any pinch of hope and it being crushed by the evilness in the world and still keep pushing forward.
How can this be such a well documented massacre and the deseased are still piling up at such a fast rate?
How can this be happening?
How can people be capable of such evil?
Every time I see the people suffering in Gaza, I can't help to think why? Why is this happening? Why are human lives been taken like this?
My mom used to tell me that war is worse than hell, because you know that evil people go to hell but war takes everyone and its a sentiment that I carry so present.
I know that this rant isn't going to help in the grand scheme of things, not in a way that could save lives but I believe the first step into change is realizing that this is a very fucked up situation and that we have to keep raising our voices for the people that can't do it and for the people that can't speak anymore.
We have to keep up the boycotts, the protests, donating. I believe that there is strength in numbers.
I have faith that this will stop and justice will be served.
From the river to the see, Palestine will be free.
