In an interview during the Israeli war on Lebanon in 2006, George Galloway said, “One man’s terrorist is another man’s freedom fighter.”
As the resistance missiles rain over Israel at the moment, I ask my international friends, especially people I met at Washington University -the biggest Zionist hub in the American Midwest- to recognize the reality of what is actually happening in Occupied Palestine.

To use your own words writing universal Do’s and Don’ts , I quote United Nations General Assembly Resolution A/RES/3246 of 29 November 1974 which “reaffirms the legitimacy of the peoples’ struggle for liberation from colonial and foreign domination and alien subjugation by all available means, including armed struggle.”

In simpler words, Hamas, or any other Palestinian resistance movement, is NOT a terrorist organization and never will be. And what is happening now of bombing Israeli cities is part of our humble means to regain some dignity. If, by any chance, your brain still cannot process what these short sentences mean, our relationship will cease to exist. Valuing the poorly hurt feelings of Israelis over the blood of hundred Palestinians in Gaza and the West Bank leaves no human connection between us. We are not the same. Oppressor and Oppressed are not same. This is not a two-sided conflict. This is ethnic cleansing. We are not the same.

Finally, and before you come to this country looking for a cause and write your politically correct Facebook statuses and articles sympathizing with, speaking for, and giving voice to the Palestinian “subaltern”, I kindly ask you to read Anne-Marie Miéville’s words reflecting on her experience trying to make films that give voice to the Palestinian resistance movement in the early 1970s. Miéville says, “Where did the inability to see or hear these very simple images come from? We have, like everyone, said something else about them. Something else than what they are saying. It seems most likely that we do not know how to see or listen. Or, that the sound is too loud and covers reality. Learn to see here, in order to understand elsewhere. Learn to understand speech in order to see what others do. The others, the ‘elsewhere’ of our ‘here’.”

a glimpse of a work in progress

The camera stops moving a few feet before them but the jokes are unheard; the only sound at the moment is the noise of the film projector ticking again. He then pauses for a moment, look towards the camera but doesn’t really seem to see it. It’s as if he’s looking straight through it at something else. He’s not laughing anymore. The camera starts moving and passes next to him as he stares at it while everyone else is just laughing. It goes through the corridor now, passes the first, second, third rooms, and finally turns left to enter room 207.

Positive thought

It’s finally paying off… isn’t it?

It’s dark and I don’t see anything, at first it’s so quite that I can feel the sound of my breath filling the room, and then I hear the sound of a film reel ticking faster and faster on a film projector as it all gets bright. It’s a warm and sunny day; through the screen I see the stone stairway that leads to the entrance of my college. The scene starts with the camera going down the big stairway where a lot of students are either going up or down the stairs in hurry or just hanging out talking or eating. Nobody seems to notice the camera, nobody looks at it, is it me? But they look like they’re ignoring it while it keeps going down, I see Mariam and Mariam and I hear them talking about Sarah’s wedding and how in this moment she’s on the plane heading to Italy for her honeymoon. It couldn’t be me; Sarah’s wedding was in August, specifically on my first day of class at WashU!

… to be continued

Eyes like springs

Yes I am fucking full of fucking drama, and that’s because I fucking care

fucking period.

If only

I only I could pause time to read a thousand books, watch a thousand movies, then continue with my life..

Good Sign?

Just made up with the most amazing person alive after a long stupid fight.. My heart is aching again :/

15 days left

Washington D.C here I come !