Death is so close to us, much more than you can imagine. We can see it, smell it, hear it, feel it, and perhaps touch it. “Stay safe” doesn’t mean anything anymore as there is no safety here anymore. I am not sure if you still wanna hear me, but we are not numbers and we have never been.
We are the Sons of Pain and the Friends of Humanity. We are the story of a land, and the novel of freedom.
We are the verse from the Old Testament and the light from the New Testament.
We are the Palestinians, we are the indigenous, and we are the salt of this land.
If anyone of you becomes a historian one day , then he/she has to write about the dignity we had, the pride we had and about the unshakable faith in our cause we had.
Last but not least, I would like to quote from the poet who said: ” They deeply realize that the memory of the land distinguishes the scent of the passersby and who they are”. Don’t forget us, remember our stories and tales, light candles for us whenever you can, and publish novels and poems about us and our dreams, because even if we are all gone, this land still needs you.
Dr. Ali Tawil