Afrasianet – al - Arab - Regardless of politics, its tricks, and the vocabulary of its representatives, the Palestinians are thinkers, scientists, poets, doctors, engineers, academics, painters, and ordinary people who created a space in which their homeland resides, a space that colonial maps will not be able to.
We are approaching Palestine,” said one of the crew members of the “Ryanair” airline, the passengers on board the plane coming from the Italian city of Bologna, which was preparing to land at “Ben Gurion” Airport in Tel Aviv, as reported by the Irish newspaper, “The Irish Mirror”, in a report. she has.
This is shocking news, not only for the Israelis, but also for the Europeans who do not like that Palestine remains present in front of them or in their memories, neither as an issue nor as a ghost or shadow of an issue, nor even as a legal right that can be returned to within the framework of human rights that Europe raises in the face of others when it feels need to.
The Palestinian, who has been deprived of his right to belong to a specific land that is the land of his ancestors and their cultural settlement, is not covered by those rights unless he is stripped of his identity.
And that is what you did not do more than seventy years of diaspora. What the Palestinians did was a real miracle when they engraved the name of Palestine in the human memory, following many methods. Armed resistance was only one of those methods.
“On this land, the mistress of the land / used to be called Palestine, has come to be called Palestine,” says Mahmoud Darwish in his poem “There is something worth living,” and he is right. Palestine has been regenerating over the past seventy years.
Armies were defeated, peoples were afflicted, feelings were broken, and conversations were full of disappointments, but Palestine was not defeated. No one dares to think of losing it, for that is absurd. Homelands are not lost as long as there are peoples who find meaning in their lives only through thinking through them.
The Palestinians were subjected to the worst kind of cruelty in history and gave up all means of life in order not to give up the dream of return. I want them to be the new Indians.
I want them to coexist with the day of their enemy as the end of their dawn, which they will not be able to recover while they reside outside the global view.
They invented new senses for the world to use in reading their poems, listening to their songs, smelling the smell of their kitchen, tasting their food, and touching the road that leads to their Palestine.
What the Palestinians did was a real miracle when they engraved the name of Palestine in the human memory, following many methods. Armed resistance was only one of those methods.
Regardless of politics, its tricks, and the vocabulary of its representatives, the Palestinians were thinkers, scientists, poets, doctors, engineers, academics, painters, and ordinary people who created a space in which their homeland resides.
A space that colonial maps will not be able to. More than twenty years ago I was studying Swedish. The teacher asked one of the students, “Where are you from?” And that was a classic question. He said, “From Palestine.”
The teacher laughed and spread out a map and asked him sarcastically, “Where is your Palestine located?” There was no mention of Palestine on the map.
That person stayed where he was and put his hand on his chest, where the heart is, and said to her, “Here.” We applauded that day for that Palestinian who simply defeated his sense of a colonial theory that wanted to replace the truth with reality.
Palestine was the reality the Ryanair flight attendant saw.
Palestine is not an idea, nor is it a dream. It is land and people, homeland and citizens. Once I bought a bottle of olive oil from a seller in Amman, but I noticed that the expiration date was not written on it.
I asked the seller why. He told me real olive oil never expires. “This oil is coming from Palestine,” he said. It is impossible to find an expiration date for Palestine.
The Europeans committed their crime, from the Balfour Declaration to the handing over of Palestine to the Zionist gangs.
For more than seventy years they have been defending that crime by making false history.
It all didn't work. Neither Palestine nor its people can be stamped with a false date of expiry. My meeting with Samia Halabi in New York was not fleeting.
It's been over forty years and that woman lives there. She does not tell you anything about Palestine, except that from the first moment you meet her, you realize that Palestine is still alive, and that it grows more alive whenever Halabi draws a new painting.
Drawing and Palestine are the same thing. That “Palestine” has come to be found everywhere the Palestinians reach, and it is also in their hearts that they preach about as if it were a belief.