They are living in a world where waking up for another one day and just being alive is a miracle.
For almost a year now, the people of Palestine have faced terrible violence while the world watches quietly. To survive another day in such fear is a blessing. The faith of the Palestinian people shines through despite everything they endure.
When someone they love is killed, they don’t break down — they praise God, saying, “Allah is enough for us, and He is the best protector.” Even with hunger, thirst, fear, and pain, they believe that all this suffering will be rewarded with paradise.
They aren’t afraid of death. For them, death is not the end. It’s a way to something better that promised by God.
Every morning when they wake up, their first wish is to pray. To thank God, knowing that without His help, they can’t make it through the day. Prayer is their comfort, a time to lay down their worries and trust in a higher power.
That morning, they came together to pray. The call to prayer filled the air, bringing them together in hope and faith. But suddenly, their peace was destroyed by violence. The people who only wanted to pray were attacked.
What is wrong with wanting to worship God? That should be a moment of peace, but why it ended up with such a violence?
Those people only wanted a freedom to pray, but they are denied this basic right in the most brutal way.
In the end, at least a hundred people are killed. The place that should be safe for prayer turns into a scene of horror. Blood covers the ground, and cries of pain fill the air. Bodies are scattered, children lose fathers, wives can’t find their husbands.
The remains are put into bags. Each bag is weighed, and if it weighs 70 kilos, it’s counted as one body. This shows the inhumanity of the situation where lives are reduced to numbers.
Tell me, where else in the world is such cruelty accepted? Even in movies, you don’t see such brutality. But for the people of Palestine, it is a daily reality.
Those who died were fathers, the backbone of their families, but now they’re leaving behind scared and confused children. They were husbands, the partners of wives who left with broken hearts and shattered dreams. Yet, the world remains silent.
Sometimes, people speak out. But words are not enough. The world’s reaction changes nothing for those living through this horror.
One day, we will all be asked what we did to help. What will we say to the Palestinians who cry for help every day, while the world turns away? How will we answer when they ask why we did nothing as their lives were torn apart?
Oh Lord…
The Palestinians just want a bottle of water to quench their thirst, yet they are killed. They want flour to make bread for their hungry children, yet they are killed. They are sleeping for a moment, and their homes are bombed. They just want to pray…
They just want to bow down, to rest for a moment, laying down their worries, and trust in God. Their wish is simple, they just want to worship God in peace.
Once again, the Palestinians just want to worship God.
But they’re killed.
Isn’t that enough to make you speak?
Long live, Palestine. One day you will wake up in your own land and see the olive trees begin to grow. One day, your children will play with toys instead of pieces of debris. You will be reborn again and again on the land that belongs to you. Because that land is yours, where you were born, where you will be buried an becoming one with the earth.
From the river to the sea.
