Translated Sama Marwan,
Gaza no longer needs analysis, interpretation, or political commentary. It is enough for the media to simply follow the incoming news.
Two scenes shook me to my core and left me facing emotions and questions beyond comprehension…
The first: the image of people clinging to the American plane as it departed Afghanistan, only to fall one by one before the eyes of the world.
The second: the image of human bodies flying into the air during the Israeli bombing of Gaza.
Each of these scenes confirmed to us that we live in a miserable and cruel world, where human life is the cheapest thing.
These scenes—and others like them—lead any sane, mature person with even the minimum amount of empathy and conscience to disavow their belonging to this humanity, forever.
But unfortunately, interests come before human values.
Humanitarian theories are incomprehensible to the great powers—or hold no value when necessity dictates action in a more savage world.
So is there a safe planet beyond Earth for the oppressed to flee to?
No one knows the limit or the end of Israeli brutality.
But what is clear is that they have an excess—an excess of power, an excess of weapons, and an excess of political comfort.
And this surplus gives them the liberty to drop bombs, raining them arrogantly from the sky—
On tents, on children, on empty cars parked at the roadside, and on crowds of displaced people in the streets.
They drop them day and night without pause.
They drop them in the north, the south, the east, the west, and the center.
Without fear of accountability or punishment, and without concern for the criminal and genocidal scenes that might condemn them.
The world has gone mad—people have gone mad—even the air has gone mad.
Thoughts themselves have become tools of arrogance, used to assert identity in a clumsy, vulgar, and savage way.
Broken words and acts of revenge.
Shallow judgments and tons of noisy sayings, poems, and philosophical fragments—all for one thing: competition.
Competition for nothing.
This world is fragile—a world where a simple malfunction can strip it of its pride in modernity and its false strength.
A world that a desperate human, with the press of a single button, can turn into ruin.
It is the nature of things—corroded by fragility.
Everything is susceptible to transformation, to change, to disappearance.
How simple, unexpected events can expose the illusion of modernity and the supposed power of mankind.
