Gaza is the house, the stones, and the faces of women, the streets and alleys, and small refugee camps that the Occupation bombed day and night with its hateful planes, soldiers, tanks. Gaza is asbestos panels and building bones, towers no longer in their places, heads not belonging to their owners. Gaza is a mother who lost her children and kept calling them all night; they are kids who do not belong to their mother after being turned into fragments of flesh and dust. Gaza is the spirit that convulsed for the beloved. The earth and the sky. Oh Gaza, you will remain, against all their wishes! arablit.wordpress/2014/07/30/every-day-of-this-war-equals-a-year-and-more/
Posted on: Sat, 02 Aug 2014 18:20:32 +0000
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