A bittersweet ceasefire, a mere pause that does not heal the root of an unspeakable tragedy, one that will leave its scars for a very long time to come.
I wish so deeply that the joy of the Palestinians could be everlasting… They know the situation remains dramatic, but they have been so endlessly martyred.
“How will I die tomorrow?”
“Which person I love will die before my eyes tomorrow?”
“Who will I see die tomorrow?”
The little hope they are given today is like a breath of fresh air, a calm in the midst of hell, in the furnace stirred by the Cerberus.
Because when suffering becomes unspeakable, melancholy feels gentler than the daily torment that a vile army has made them endure, day after day. My own imagination could never have conceived that such cruelty could silently annihilate an entire people live, before our eyes.
It is very likely that between 200,000 and 680,000 Palestinians have been killed, both direct and indirect victims.
The time will come when an accounting must be made. History has shown us that quantifying a genocide takes years, and it is hard to do so while it is still unfolding.
To me, it seems we can now say that the Rights of Man and of the Citizen are dead, if they were ever more than a mirage. Since they do not apply to everyone, they do not apply to those who share my origins, and so many others, beyond the seas.
Younis M.