It’s March 1st and I hate it. The sun is out and so are the signs of spring and I hate it. It’s Friday and the city that houses Joe Biden will party tonight and I hate it. I open Instagram and see people post clouds and dogs and decadent meals and I hate it. In six days, we’ll cross the five-month mark of this genocide and, guess what, I hate it.
Yesterday, I saw an image of splattered human flesh. Red, raw, and flattened. The tracks of a tank ironed into his clothing. The only intact part of his body was his right arm, a zip tie around his wrist. And then again at 3:30AM in a half asleep-half awake state, like a ghost, the image visited me again. Body burning, teeth grinding, mind racing.
Now I am someone who knows what a human body looks like when a tank bulldozes it. Once again, I am irrevocably changed as a person. Once again, I am ignited with rage, the heights of which I never knew were possible.
As the depths of Israeli depravity deepen, so should the boldness of our words and actions. To be awakened by this genocide is a process, not an event. The tactics and rhetoric of before are clearly not enough, clearly not effective; they need to be ever-evolving, ever-adapting. Ever-deepening.
I challenge you to be enraged. I challenge you to stretch what you imagine are the limitations of your power. I challenge you to do or say something you have never done or said before. Make a statement. Send an email. Take one GoFundMe for a Gazan family and champion it by telling their story to your networks. Bring up this genocide at your happy hour. Take the lead on organizing a gathering, a vigil, a fundraiser. I challenge you to weed out any cowardice that lingers within.
The extent of Israeli depravity knows no bounds — why should our resistance, our action, our solidarity be any different?
The world is changing before our eyes. Liberation is underway and the cost is so painful, so bitter. Evil will throw the most violent tantrum on its way out — but it is certainly on its way out. The thing about realizing Liberation is that it is directly dependent on us, the people, to carry it forward, to see it through. That only happens if we, the people, commit to this revolution, commit to each other the way water droplets bind together to form a flood.
The stakes of our solidarity have raised — if you’re not evolving, you’re complicit.
The art, science and religion of holocaust played in the hand of the 'once victims of holocaust' has been perfected and upped several notches to show the black hole that evil is. The power of humanity to devour this black hole lies in the hands of those who reject the falsehood of supremacy, who believe in life, liberty and justice for all.
On this Friday March 1, 2024 I raise my hand in prayers in solidarity with my Palestinian fellow humans to Allah Almighty for a Noah's flood that will drown the tyranny of imperialism, colonialism, capitalism, and fascism. Humanity needs to raise new foundations for justice that is free of the viscousness that racism and ideologies of supremacy breed.
Our unflinching faith and belief in the Divine Justine shall not be bulldozed. Pharaohs were drowned, unjust nations were humiliated and scattered with the wind. Same fate is guaranteed for the modern day pharaohs and mockers of God. The kingdom belongs to the humble and the just, inshallah!
i feel your anger and i embrace it like i embrace mine. 🤲🏼