It has been two years. Two years. Two years of one of the most heinous events of our lifetimes unfolding in front of our eyes, live streamed on our phones. Two years of the holocaust of Palestinians people in Gaza (and the West Bank). Two years of the most horrific images of death, destruction, and soul-crushing suffering. The screams of children in pain. The wailing of parents holding the bodies (or body parts) of their children, their babies. The boys carrying the bloody and mangled body parts of their loved ones in bags on their backs as they once again try to move away from bombs of the sadistic, lunatic settler-colony known as “Israel.” The trauma in the eyes of the orphaned children.
Two years of watching world leadership, those with power, do nothing to stop it. Two years of watching Western leadership, including in Canada, justify and support the barbarity and brutality. Two years of watching them try to mind-fuck us into thinking that supporting “Israel’s” barbarity is the moral thing to do. Two years of them telling is that the genocide we see playing out on our phones isn’t a genocide and is instead an itty bitty wittle conflict, and, hey, people die in conflicts – may as well be brown and Black people. Our lives don’t really matter to them anyways; they never have.
Two years of having to go about our lives as if all is normal, when nothing is normal. Genocide in Palestine, genocide in Sudan, genocide in Congo. All for imperial blood lust. Blood lust that fills their bank accounts. Capitalist vampires who need the blood of brown, Black, and Indigenous people to keep their coffers full.
It has also been two years of people learning. Two years of putting the puzzle pieces together. Two years of realizing how the world actually works and two years of collective rage. Two years of solidarity and two years of building courage.
I know my brain isn’t the same as it was before October 7th, 2023. Just as I know my brain wasn’t the same as it was before 2020. There are times when I selfishly long for my brain of 2019. But that was an illusion. The world was just as awful then as it is now. I knew it then, but was privileged enough to engage with that awfulness in smaller chunks.
Nonetheless I have hope. I have hope when I see protests across Europe for Palestine. I have hope when I see the Sumud Global Flotilla. I have hope when I pray and say my duas (supplications).
I believe Palestine will be free in my lifetime. I believe “Israel” won’t exist in a few years. And I believe that will usher in a new era for our planet. I just hope, and pray, it is a better one.
Hasbunallahu Wa Ni’mal Wakeel
Sufficient for us is Allah, and [He is] the best Disposer of affairs.
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