as i was biding my time, resting my head away from the shoulder i adore, i decided to switch to live stream from gaza tonight. flares are enlightening the dark sky of the wee hours. one may even eventually expect the four horsemen to appear on the horizon, concluding from the scene. but all those rockets, bombs and endless buzzing of unmanned air vehicles are upon innocent, not as innocent as the four horsemen sadly. they feel the death, the terror, while all the world is in sweet slumber, just like me.
live stream is shut down, because for over two hours the bombardment has intensified. the thud which stirred me, poured my coffee all over me was just a poke in the brain for me. for them, it was man-made hell.
it’s not gaza under attack, nor it is only children and women that are at the last gasps of their life. we all are dying; the very soul of humanity is being crushed under the bomb-made rubbles of palestine. we are expelled from ourselves.
only the dead have seen the end of the war.