Thoughts on : The Hunger Games: Mocking Jay

I have to give credit where credit is due. I really think the last book is a masterpiece, especially the ending. Suzanne Collins did an amazing job keeping the end realistic and not falling under the pressure of the public. These sorts of books tend to have a fairy tale ending, that pleases everyone but doesn’t even come close to what happens in real life.

This book teaches us about the effects of war. War is always destructive. Once the shots are fired, no one is out of harm’s way. For every drop of blood, all of humanity will have to pay the price.

Most young-adult books tend to have this sick notion of heroes. After they won the war, they just go back to their lives as if nothing has happened. You can’t just kill someone and then forget about it. You can’t watch hundreds of people die a horrible death, and then somehow you manage to close your eyes and sleep at night. No one comes out of a war in one piece.

You will be broken, probably for the rest of your life. And, things will never be the same. It doesn’t matter whose life you’re taking, unless you’re one of those brain-washed, blood-thirsty animals that fight in the middle-east, you will have nightmares that will wake you up in the middle of the night, sweating and screaming as if you’re hanging on for dear life. You’ll never be able to focus, because those flashbacks will haunt you day and night, triggered by the slightest thing.

“There are still moments when he clutches the back of a chair and hangs on until the flashbacks are over. I wake screaming from nightmares of mutts and lost children.”

I really think it’s sick to teach children, that taking someone’s life is OK if you’re fighting for the right cause. This notion is reinforced by every american war movie I’ve ever seen. It’s revolting and frankly quite scary. Have you thought about the effects of such indoctrination on kids? You’re basically creating an army of future adults that don’t value human life. Does this ring any bells? You’re creating ISIS.

I am not saying that a war is not justified. In many cases, it is. You would never hear me discourage people from fighting against evil, terror and dictatorship. I’m just saying, you shouldn’t be happy about it. No matter who it is, this person you’re about to kill, he still remains a human being, and you’re still ending someone’s life. You know how much power that gives you: deciding someone’s fate? That should be the choice of God, not a mere human.

Fighting for a great cause is noble and the right thing to do. But, you should mourn every soul, every child that was orphaned. Taking someone’s life should be the last resort. The least amount of people killed, the better. Don’t just throw a bomb from your plane and hope it fell on the right people. Don’t get involved in a war, if you don’t know for sure that violence won’t make things worse. I’m fed up to the ears with old men dreaming up wars for young men to die in.

And, once the war is over, pray each night that you won’t have to go through it again.

“What I need is the dandelion in the spring. The bright yellow that means rebirth instead of destruction. The promise that life can go on, no matter how bad our losses. That it can be good again.”

“But one day I’ll have to explain about my nightmares. Why they came. Why they won’t ever
really go away. I’ll tell them how I survive it. I’ll tell them that on bad mornings, it feels impossible to take pleasure in anything because I’m afraid it could be taken away. That’s when Imake a list in my head of every act of goodness I’ve seen someone do.”

 

To our countries – Or the tragic fate of the Middle East

One can only stand so much… The wall of lies that we have built around ourselves will collapse. No brute force will bring it down… The tears of a widow, the final breaths of an agonizing child, the screams of a man that has lost all but himself, the trickling blood of a youth that have seen too much… will tear our fortified castles apart.

But how many lives have to be lost before humanity finally sees the truth? How many innocent children have to die before our joyful little bubble bursts? How many dreams have to be crushed? How many homes have to be lost? How many countries have to be destroyed? How many horrifying pictures of amputated, crushed, decapitated children do we have to see?

I am sorry if this causes you any discomfort to hear. But, try to imagine living in these circumstances every day! Imagine waking up one day to see that your father was dragged to a prison he’ll never get out off. Imagine that while you’ve gone to fetch some water, a rocket destroys your home and takes the life of your whole family. Imagine for one second that you’ve lost the right to have an opinion, that if you disagree with some lunatic you’ll lose your life. Imagine that someone idiot breaks inside your house, threatens you with a gun and sells your little girls at the slave market. Imagine that your wife was taken against her will and raped by some savages.

This isn’t the plot of some new block-buster Hollywood movie. It’s the real daily struggle of real men, women and children that found themselves stuck in a war they never wanted, as their country stands helpless, while the super powers play with its fate. I admire these victims, for after witnessing all of these catastrophes, hope still finds a way into their hearts.

Elderly women, in Kobane, Syria, are fighting alongside men and they won’t go down without a fight. Same in Iraq, the youth abandoned their dreams and joined their army without fear. In dear Palestine as well, their home-made rockets stood strong in front of the enormous arsenal of the assailant.

You know why they are fighting for their rights? Because we won’t. Because, we won’t speak up and defend them. Because we prefer to sit comfortably in front of our computers and TVs and ignore their screams. We are selfish and hypocritical. We don’t want to trouble our consciousness with these wars, so we lie to ourselves and say they deserve it. We pretend to support human rights everywhere, so why did we exclude the middle east?

Some day, we’ll see the error of our ways. And, we’ll be sorry. I just hope that there will be someone to forgive us, and that we won’t be talking to tombs.

The two women from the video are Faia and Rihan Younan. They are Syrians living in Sweden. And they have made such a beautiful and truthful video about the state of Iraq, Lebanon, Syria and Palestine. Here’s the translation of the song:

“Sha’am, (another name for Damascus), the utterance of that word reverberates in my heart… similar to the movement of my eye lashes which resembles that  of the branches of a cedar tree… Sha’am, what is glory, but thee, for yours hasn’t seen its dawn yet…”

Baghdad, the land of poets and beautiful imagery.. You are the “gold” of all ages and its most fragrant one… the land of “One thousand and one nights”, may the moonlight wash thy face..

For Beirut, a peaceful salute from the bottom of my heart, for Beirut… and kisses to your sea and houses… and to your rocks that resemble the face of an old fisherman

For Kuds (the Arabic name for Jerusalem), the city of prayers I pray.  Our eyes travel to you daily… and wander in your holy allies, embracing your old churches and wiping the sorrow off your mosques”

Diary of a Yazidi Girl

08/10/2014

Dear Diary,

These may be the last hours of my life. So, I thought I should write down my last thoughts. The battle will start soon, I need to clear my mind.

Today, I walked through a deserted town. Even though I have lived here for eighteen years, I felt disoriented. Sinjar, once a beautiful mountain village, was now almost vacant. My people ran away. They fled their homes and their lands, when they heard the roar of the upcoming monster. Throughout the village, silence reigned. 6000 years of civilization evaporated and rode the wind that carried all this history away. I felt as is if I was an intruder, foolishly violating the sanctity of a long forgotten place.

My people ran away and left the doors of their homes ajar. Inside, lost memories reverberated. I wondered how did they ever manage to detach themselves so easily. The thought of following their tracks never crossed my mind. I am not stupid , I know that danger lies ahead. But I belong here not in some refugee camp. I am a Yazidi woman and this is the place where I was born and this is where I shall die.

As I roamed through the city, I found many reporters. Apparently, the whole world has heard of our crisis. The Yazidis are famous now. For thousands of years, we’ve been unknown to man-kind. That is the way we have have chosen to live: secluded on a mountain top, living peacefully with everyone, never interfering in political issues and never uncovering the secrets of our civilization. We are an introverted community but sadly, our wish to be left alone wasn’t respected.

The neutrality policy failed. We have been dragged into the middle-east conflict. We are now falsely considered devil worshipers and so we need to be exterminated. A stupid group of murderers seems determined to butcher us unless we comply to their demands. We have heard of the atrocities they are doing to my countrymen. It was time we received the same treatment.

Some reporter, in an effort to comfort me, told me: “Don’t worry they won’t kill you, the journalists will make sure the world will see your suffering and they won’t let this massacre happen.” I told him:” Weren’t there any reporters in Baghdad, Mousoul, Arbil…?” He said: ” Of course there were!”. So I said: “Then why didn’t the killing stop? Did the world fall asleep watching the news, or was there a football game on the same night ?”

I wasn’t going to wait for the world to wake up and protect my rights. So I decided to fight alongside one of the few brave men and women who refused to abandon their homes. The Iraqi forces offered to train us. We were all ready to defend our land or die trying. Moments ago, the reporter had received news that the monsters are coming. And so the man whose news report was supposed to save me, hurriedly drove away on a 4×4, after taking this picture. Our enemies are coming soon, strangely I am not scared.

Good bye or Farewell. Whichever it might be, I am ready.

ayzidi

# DIRT Bucket challenge


Thousands of people have tried the ALS Ice Bucket Challenge. It has proven to be a very successful campaign to raise awareness and funds to treat this disease.

Don’t get me wrong, I really do sympathize with the people who suffer from ALS. But I also sypathise with the 565 Palestinian kids that have been brutally murdered.

The idea behind the ALS Ice Bucket Challenge is that: you will know for just a few seconds what’s it like to have ALS. This Dirt Bucket Challenge has the same purpose. You will know what’s it like to be buried under tons of dirt. If that sounds stupid, then I suggest you take a look at the horrifying pictures of children and babies, in Gaza, being dug out after they have suffocated.

Of course, you can choose to donate whatever amount of money. You may not trust the Palestinian Organizations, but that’s not an excuse, donate to any UN organization of your choice. It will at least help rebuild those UNRWA schools Israel bombed.

I honestly think it’s a good idea. It’s very symbolic and I hope it catches on. End the massacre in Gaza.

Don’t judge too quickly!

That’s a video of a little Palestinian kid addressing the world… I know some of you have already thought of a word to describe this little kid: terrorist. Due to the language barrier, you might think he’s saying something like: kill every Jew and every American on Earth. He’s an Arab wearing the “Koufia” (black and white scarf) and what he’s saying sounds gibberish to you. He’s bound to be a terrorist or probably on the path of becoming one. Right?

Actually, he’s just reciting a Poem by a Palestinian poet called: Khaled Elhaber. The poem’s title translates to: “We’re fine here in Gaza, tell us about you”. Now, I could go on and give you the rest of the poem. But, you know what let’s judge the kid further.

“We’re fine here in…GAZA!”? BAM! Key word: Gaza. So, automatically, he must be one of Hamas child militants bragging about the “massive” artillery they’ve got there and how it’s going to destroy the occupation. “tell us about you” Hum. I can’t find a proper explanation for this one but I’m going ahead with my reasoning because I must be wright. After all, the Palestinians are crazy and their poetry probably doesn’t make sense anyways. Right?

Wrong again! Here is the rest of the translated poem:

” We’re fine here in Gaza, tell us how you’re doing!

We’re at war but we’re fine, so tell us what’s going on with you?

Our martyrs are under the rubble

Our kids live under tents, asking about you: where are you?

We’re fine here in Gaza, tell us how you’re doing!

The sea is behind us (there’s nowhere to escape) but we’re fighting,

The enemy is in front of us and we’re still fighting.

We have enough food, weapons and peace promises, we thank you for your great support!

We’re fine here in Gaza, tell us how you’re doing!

Our souls, our wounds, our homes, our sky, our faces, our blood, our eyes, our coffins

Protect us from your fake peace, promises and negotiations.

We’re fine here in Gaza, tell us how you’re doing! (X2)

We’re at war but we’re fine, so tell us what’s going on with you? ”

So what do you think? The kid is obviously being sarcastic. He keeps asking the rest of the world: how they’re doing even though it should be the other way around. After all, it’s the Palestinians that have just lost 1826 of their children, women, men and elderly. They are the ones who lost their homes, schools and hospitals during this carnage. 140000 of them decided to flee their homes to the safe protection of the UNRWA schools where- guess what?- they were… Bombed! And still, this kid is worried about the rest of the world. See how nice he turned out to be?

He also mentions the fake peace treaties that no one respected. For God’s sake, Israel didn’t respect the borders of Palestine even though they’re clearly defined by the UN in 1948. Israel kept on building colonies and kicking Palestinians out. Don’t forget the blockade! Israel is controlling the electricity, the gas, the water and basically anything entering Gaza even Diapers. For God’s sake is Hamas going to build tunnels with diapers?

I “forgot” to mention one sad detail: the Kid lost his life one hour after shooting the video! He joined the martyrs under the rubble. Sad ending to what might have been a great life! Did I mention there are 446 kids who had the same fate.

 

Letter to a Palestinian

My dear,

I beg you to forgive to me. Please understand that I am sadly helpless. Yet, I tried to shake some sense into this world: I warned it that it was committing a crime But, it looked at me and sneered. Then, I begged it to stop the massacre. So it told me I was an ignorant, a fool! Its vile words haunted me for days. I wondered :Could I be wrong? But then I remembered… Years ago, when I was just a kid, when everything was simple No politics, No difference and certainly No prejudice. Everyone was equal, all were brothers. I wouldn’t have given it a second thought: when 1660 of my fellows lost their lives, when over a million of my peers live in an open prison, when 140000 thousand humans fled their homes, when the world became impervious to the screams of your children, to the tears of grieving mothers and to common sense.  

      That was my apology but you don’t need it! That’s the thing about you Palestinians! In just 24 days, more than 10000 were killed or injured. You have been living in an open prison for years in the most horrifying conditions isolated from the rest of the world… YET you never gave up. You keep raising heroes that stand tall in the face of death armed with a simple rock. What are the odds of you ever winning? Still, you keep fighting for a supreme right: the right to live on your land. You have nothing to lose so you face their tanks with a mocking grin. What can they possibly do to you? They tried to strike fear into your hearts. They tried to terrorize you. But, they failed miserably… They are scared of you, that’s why they’re killing your children. You Palestinians are amazing: either you live on your beloved land with dignity and freedom just like any other human being, or you die fighting for it.

The world seems reluctant to give you the simple right to live even though you earned it. It forgot the history of nations for, in the past, they all fought for it. How dare they deny it to you? I realize it’s all just a political agenda. A proof of how low humanity sunk. I will join you in your fight for life, my dear friend because thankfully I still have a human heart that hasn’t been ravaged by greed and prejudice. Those who oppose your right for freedom have to pay. I have a dream that Palestine, one day, will be free for all Muslims and Jews to live equally and freely… I wouldn’t settle for less.

           Sincerly

A Humane Human

Corruption of the human soul

Turn on the TV and listen. Listen to the misdeeds of Man. Let the tears flow. Burst in rage and shout in this rainy summer night: Oh Human race, what have you done? Dead men, raped women, amputated children… Everywhere you’ve been, you shattered hopes and dreams, brought misery to every creature you’ve encountered and turned this beautiful planet into HELL.

 

Credit Photo: Press TV

I wonder how? How did a little baby with an angel’s soul become a dangerous dictator, a psychopathic serial killer, a greedy destroyer of nature? How did an angel turn into a hateful demon? Where did you go wrong? I’m baffled. How did we stray so far from sanctity? Can you look at the rosy innocent face of a new born and imagine he could be murdering people with cold blood, raping women without a second thought, inventing weapons of destruction and torture? I can’t!

Is it poor education that made you a monster? You didn’t have anyone to tell you what’s right and what’s wrong so you acted upon instinct. But still intuitively, Death brings feelings of sadness and despair so why would you decide to bring it upon others?

Is it Religion? That’s the most frequent claim. But being a religious man myself, I don’t believe religion encourages us to spread violence in this time. War should be the last resort and in no way does war include rape and torture. But in our times, I think war is no longer an option not with weapons that could literally blow earth apart. We’re not talking about swords and stones anymore, these weapons can cause the extinction of the human race! Give me a verse in the Quran, the Bible and the Old Testament that asks man to destroy himself.

Is it jealousy or maybe a feeling of betrayal? Such feelings could drive man mad and we’ve all experience it in some degree. Yes, I think that’s how we became monstrous and cruel… by letting these feelings take over. Jealous of another man’s success, we go to the extremes dominate him. If that fails, we try to destroy him for we can’t bear the fact that he’s better than us. That’s what made Hitler: he couldn’t deal with the defeat of Germany and the superiority of the Allies so he went mad. It could be sadness that broke the last straw. Tired of seeing men, women and children butchered in the most appalling way, a Palestinian will become violent to counter the violence he received.

Or it could be completely the opposite: a feeling of power! That feeling is intoxicating; it makes you feel on top of the world, you’re the most powerful man on the planet and you’re free to do whatever you want. Who could stop you now that you’ve become a demigod? That explains the Arab dictators, asphyxiated with the feeling of power, they stopped at nothing. This applies to some first world governments, they’ve got the technological advancement and so they do whatever they please: colonizing other countries, exploiting their natural resources and murdering the majority in favor of a minority ( that country that came into existence in the 40’s and took over the land of Palestine).

Wherever you are, whatever reason you have to be angry, just say NO to violence. I’m sure the Palestinians can coexist in the same land as the Jews. I’m sure terrorists would go extinct if people said no to violence and if they had no reason to be angry. We must unify and coexist in peace or we would eventually disappear. Please say NO to violence.