In the morning the sun is finally rising from behind the horizon after a long night of sorrow and darkness. It’s shining on a little country in the middle east, trying to draw away the shadows of it everlasting nights.
I’m sitting in front of the small window in my bedroom, listening to a piece called “City of Peace” composed by a Jewish musician called David Pluss. In fact , I’m occupied by some thoughts. I’ve been looking at my life as a Palestinian youth for sometime , wondering what a life it is and how could it be described.
To my surprise it seems to be undescribable in some way! It’s just as though I can’t find the right words for it anyway. Isn’t the term “word” supposed to be the most powerful of all four-letter words? It is said that, “temples crumble, empires fall, but a word fitly spoken” endures. Well then there must be some words that express those thoughts and describes life which is far away from reality nowadays.
The first thing Iv’e noticed about my life as a Palestinian youth is the fact of living in a country that doesn’t exist on the world map-Palestine- and occupied country in the middle east- is just a place which many kids in different parts of this globe have never heard. It’s that holly land which has been turned into a dry desert of war and injustice.
Being born to open your eyes on this land means being deprived of your human rights and even of some daily needs.
Secondly, I’ve opened my tearful eyes widely to realize that the entire Palestinian nation is trapped in a murky, filthy cave , in this modernized world! They have been deprived of the right of moving freely in their own country or travel easily abroad. By the way, this has many consequences on the Palestinian people. Some of which are:
1. the general low living standard and bad financial situation
2. The disability of many kids to broaden their minds which is believed to be the result of not being exposed to different cultures
Moreover I’ve noticed that I haven’t got any acknowledged citizenship as a real Palestinian State doesn’t exist. This has many negative impacts on our society. There are no how to protect people, and no social services such as health ensurance, sufficient means of education and intertainment, etc. In fact, being a student, I’m mostly affected by the fact of having no big options for completing my education after graduation from highschool, as a result, I’m going to have to leave my beloved home for study abroad.
In addition to this, Palestinian people suffer from a shortage of daily needs that people elsewhere in the world take for granted, such as electricity, water, fuel and some kinds of medicine and products, They even don’t have mail service: Isn’t this ridiculous!
Finally I’d like to put emphasis on the fact that many Palestinian kids and youth are suffering from depression and stress. They are traumatized by the war crimes that take place in their daily lives. They’ve been caused to become hopeless and pessimistic at such a young age. The world speaks a lot abut Palestinian infants who sacrifice themselves for the sake of this country and condemn their actions, But after all, no wonder their lives are nothing worth to them anyhow.
Ah my dear isn’t this another tragedy in history? Nevertheless the monitoring world hasn’t even bothered to open its mouth. Perhaps it might resurrect once this entire nation has been stamped out! Is’t this what happened to the Red Indians in America and to the Inuits in the North Pole? Will this be our fate as well?
This reminds me of a saying “Live Free or die” What a hard choice! But as a matter of fact, famous people such as Mahandas Ghandi, who led India to independence from the British rule, and Martin Luther King Jr had stood at this very point. Each of them had stuck to his dreams and rights determined to achieve freedom and justice . Once Martin Luther King said” I have a Dream: It was only a powerful word , but nowadays, man deeply knows that his dream has finally come true.
My dear Diary, hoping to have been able to express some of what has been squeezing my souls, I have no more words to say other than” Man has two hearts: a heart that suffers and another that hopes.”
written by Klara