Every Time the News from Gaza

“Let me take this moment to condemn again, from the bottom of my soul and my guts, the State of Israel. Damn you, State of Israel! Damn you terrorists and murderers…” (Hugo Chavez - 2009)

Global Rights - Human Rights 

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 Every time the news from Gaza escapes, i shut down my sorrow with home-made and improvised munitions, manufactured from the merciless agony stored in this silenced world’s sick-sordid soul.

No factories needed. No friendly handshakes across continents colonial in their well-fed contempt. No bribes. No cynical “ceasefires” here! No fabricated and fictitious falsehoods from this scandalous and homicidal “axis of settler evil”. No butchery. Just this homemade-stuff,  sharper than the sigh of shrapnel to the spirit, conceived and born, likewise, in dangerous and deserted laneways and alleys of the imagination, amid the debris and the destroyed lives that will forever drift like ghosts all around us.

Every time the news from Gaza (or Beirut) takes flight, slips its “administrative-detention” like another calamity fleeing through forests of fear, (those forged in the furious forgetfulness of foolish politicians), i shut down my grief with plans to blow up the whole of this wretched-wicked world

with sad clowns’ balloons and the birthday parties of dead children who will laugh no longer but must today sit in judgment on this, our strange savage species and this cruelty we somehow call “humanity”.

Every time, yes, every single savage time. [Contd.]

 "How much are the Palestinian Children suffering right now?" (Hugo Chavez)

 "Damn you, State of Israel" (Hugo Chavez)

https://gazacasualties.org/

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Ogni volta che arrivano notizie da Gaza (Diritti Globali) 

Soumaya Ghannoushi:

 “Eid has just ended. Across much of the Muslim world, families gathered around tables, children wore new clothes, homes echoed with laughter. But in Gaza, Eid arrived carrying death. One image showed a mother named Hidaya taking her daughters shopping for Eid clothes. The girls went inside. She stayed outside. Moments later, an Israeli strike hit. The girls ran back outside in panic. Their mother was lying in the street, dead, covered in blood. Another clip lasted only a few seconds. A man stood among the ruins of a building destroyed by an Israeli air-strike. In his arms, he carried the body of a little girl. Her body was shattered, charred, soaked in blood. As he lifted her from the rubble, he screamed, "This is the first day of Eid." The third image showed tents burning in the darkness of an Eid night…Think about that for a moment.” 

 Hiba Abu Nada

“My back—I do not claim you broke it—

yet something in you sought to break it.

My wings, once burdened with pain,

now fly freely

in the skies of might.”

Hiba Abu Nada – murdered by the Israeli Defense Forces - while at her home in Khan Younis in southern Gaza. She was 32 years old…

“…was a Palestinian novelist, poet, educator, and nutritionist from Gaza. Her novel Oxygen is Not for the Dead won the Sharjah Award for Arab Creativity in 2017. She held a BA in Biochemistry and an MA in Clinical Nutrition from the Islamic University.”

Hiba was killed alongside her son in October 2023 by the Israeli bombardments.” (ArabLitQuarterly “Letters From Gaza”)

Sergio Segio:

"There is no corner of the world—at least on the surface, though I believe much escapes our eyes, filled with horror and pain—where wars, massacres, and fascism—old and new, aseptic and technological—are not advancing. Now they have even poisoned Belfast with their fetid racist breath, tainting the memory and past struggles for freedom.

Let us resist the filth and transform it into new anger against them, against the system that produces them, and new love for the oppressed and tortured. They will never pay enough.

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