Strike

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They say that now you can smell food even if it’s hundreds of meters away- it is the way your body adjusts. In your hometown, you are famous for your incredibly tasty “Kabsa”!

They say that you might never see your daughter again; the daughter you waited for so eagerly and counted every night for the whole 9 months, praying to God to keep her and your wife safe.

She thought that you will come back and you will have the traditional Palestinian wedding you’ve always dreamed of as little children playing behind the ruins of what used to be your street.

I’ve heard your mother lost her ability to walk after your brother died in a bombing of the old market place. You were her feet and guidance ever since. She only prays she’ll see you again- alive.

Strike.

Make a statement.

Haunt our dreams and conscience.

Strike.

I pray for you to hold on.

And I pray for your relief- your release.

Strike.

The taste in your mouth is the sweetest.

The taste of faith and dignity.

Strike.

Strike.

STRIKE.

May your hunger be food for our souls to REBEL.. and free you!

My heart goes to you- every minute of every day.

قريبا.. سنصلى فى القدس

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