"What Children killers hate most is to see the children they did not kill dressed up beautifully by their mothers. Because their childhood will triumph." -- Fady Joudah, a Palestinian poet and physician [who, just like the philosopher doctor Frantz Fanon, uses words to find a lightness of being for those who experience life only under violent tones]
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"How many more standing
ovations to war criminals will you tolerate before you realize that in this age
prophets of peace are arsonists in fire brigades.
I recently wrote about the impossibility
of Palestinian pain and issued a narrative scream to
denounce our collective debility to save Gaza.
But today, I wish not to write about Palestinian sorrow or
grief, however rightful these emotions can be for a people abandoned to the
evil calculus of empire and the callousness of a post-factual age of endless
information and no spine.
Instead, I wish to insist on Palestinian happiness as radical
protest.
When you are not supposed to exist, to be who you are, to live
in your own land, to be with your own people, to name your villages and towns,
and to roam freely without the humiliation of checkpoints and curfews,
imagining happiness becomes an act of radical rebellion, a transgressive
practice of stubborn freedom.
What does a happy ending for Palestine look like, feel like, amid a daily ritual of total eradication?"
If interested, read
the full text at this link below (no paywall). https://lithub.com/making-space-for-palestinian-happiness/
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