Death in Gaza

Ahmed is my best friend

He is nice to me

I love him, and he loves me

We do everything together

I love everybody

I want to love the world – except our enemies, the Jews

That is a tank, yes, and eventually my rocks will dent them

Graves look the same, blood is the same colour.

And this is flesh.  Scattered.  We are gathering it to bury.

This is a quwa

It’s a hand grenade made of iron, sulphur, sugar, charcoal.

The road to martyrdom is short

Even a child can

Rejoice, another martyr

We shall have victory or martyrdom

Let every house give one martyr

Now when people say “Go die”, I say, “I wish”

We would kill them were it not for their weapons

We will stab them with our hate

We will drown them with our blood

We will kill them with our faith

Ahmed is my best friend

He is nice to me

I love him, and he loves me

We do everything together

I’m worried that he will be martyred and I won’t.

I do not hate but if I am hungry

I will eat the flesh of he who rapes me.

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What cause are you dying for?

There are no martyrs here

11/30 – 12/3

I wrote this using quotes from the documentary, Death in Gaza.

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