Is it really living?
The hardships of Palestinian parents
I never thought I’d see anything worse than a mother grieve over her murdered daughter.
Until I saw a father carry the parts of his son in a bag.
Is it really living, to live amongst the dead?
When a parent outlives their child, is not part of them buried in the same grave?
To be haunted by faces,
to still live in the same conditions that stole them,
are you alive?
Or are you dead amongst the living?
Unfortunately the poor Palestinian children, women, men and every one who is killing in barbarous attacks of Israelis, these poor people are not dead, but we, the whole world is dead now, who not speak for them and not break the hands of these Israeli killers, who kill them with impunity
We begin to die from the very moment that we are born. Pain just speeds up the process, but beauty slows it down. Find beauty in life and in death. We are nothing more then a brief flash of light from a dark sky.