Being in Palestine just three weeks ago and seeing what has happened since I’ve left there has really woken me up to what it exactly means to be Palestinian.
During my visit to Palestine, I was originally denied access into the country even though I am a born US citizen. My Palestinian ethnicity was enough for Israel to deny me entrance essentially telling me that I was born wrong. They stamped the denial right on my passport. I had to call the embassy and my family and waste a day on the border just to be given two weeks to stay and no allowance to travel outside of the Ramallah area.
This is nothing.
I’m lucky. I was fortunate enough to be born in America. Isn’t that a sad thing to say? To feel fortunate because you were displaced from your motherland?
It really kills me to see what my people who live in Palestine, especially Gaza region, are going through. In the year 2014.
I’m tired of half condemnations and double standards. The world cares enough to acknowledge it but it appears that humanity doesn’t care enough to stop it.
It makes me cry. I was just there. And now I think about how easily life could’ve been so different for me. There’s a certain guilt that exists inside me because of this. Life has proven to be unfair.
Seeing what’s happening out there, as a Palestinian, it really makes you feel that your life is not as valued as another life.
Palestinian lives are apparently expendable.
I realize now how important it is to be Palestinian. I need to make the most out of who I am and shine as brightly as I can. I need the world to see and hear me.
"An Israeli operation in Gaza has killed 28 people, including two women and five children, medics said Wednesday, and wounded more than 150.”
Whenever reading about the causalities in Palestine due to an Israeli airstrike, it’s interesting to me how they point out the exact number of women killed, the exact number of children killed, but never point out the exact number of men killed. It’s almost as if the Palestinian male is not as innocent just by his identity as a man and a Palestinian. Or that if he was targeted, it must have been for just cause.
And that is the crux of the problem.
And it’s devastating that this is happening in 2014.
It highlights the same kind of paranoia and racism that leads to a young black male with a hoodie being shot in Florida.
Only imagine it’s not a lone vigilante who is the culprit, it is a whole government operation and policy.
People mistake kindness as a weakness too often. As something to exploit or as a trait that lacks conviction or power. I think everyone on this earth would be kind if the world knew how to appreciate it. If you say yes to someone’s request does it mean you’re afraid to say no, or do you just feel better saying yes?
We’re gonna civilize y’all with Jesus and democracy and Chicken McNuggets. What is this you’re over here eating? Hummus? That’s some bullshit. Here’s some French fries, and let’s put some honey glaze on ‘em. Now you rockin’!
I’ve been blessed to travel to many different places during the course of my life.
Some are places that we all romanticize about growing up while others are places that don’t enter our minds growing up.
There’s no better way to gain perspective than through traveling. And traveling alone. I cannot stress how beautiful the loneliness of a traveler is. It creates a bond between themselves and their surroundings. I’ve truly had the pleasure to absorb settings and the people that build them. Some were beautiful in their simplicity while others were beautiful in their extravagance. But what has always struck me is the consistency of this beauty. How beauty manifests itself in vastly different ways.
I always find myself returning to so many moments. So many places. So many faces. And I think to myself alhamdulillah that I am part of this world and am surrounded by so much inspiration.