I didn’t really know what to share this week, but I have certainly had a massive awakening lately to the privilege and abundance of my life and how the place of my birth (global north) influences my ability to ‘create a life I don’t need to escape from’.
Sure, vision boarding really works, but have you noticed how you have running water, electricity and can buy food whenever you want? I really have.
The safety and sanctity of my home is something I have never felt so deeply.
I can go home, have a shower, put on my favourite pjs, listen to my favourite music, light my favourite candle. The luxury of those choices.
I can choose self-care and rest as radical resistance against the world of corporate consumerism and greed.
So from my place of having the opportunity to reach a handful more readers, I decided to share the words of @ttarek7 today, from his tent in Gaza. One voice among millions.
I live in hope that the siege will end, the 1000 food trucks sitting on the border will enter, a permanent ceasefire will occur, people can live on the land of their ancestors and rebuild their lives, and that those responsible for the multiple daily war crimes against the people of Palestine will face justice in The Hague.
Surely we can do better than this?
From @ttarek7
Speak
Let me speak
If you went to a funeral a day for every child killed in Gaza
You would be going for every single day
for more than 50 years.
So let me speak
If you visited one injured person in Gaza
it would take you more than 30 years to see them all.
So let me speak
If you gave one meal to every starving family in Gaza
You would need more than 2 million meals
Just for one day
So let me speak to your mind
If you tried to rebuild every home destroyed
You would need to lay bricks
For the next 80 years nonstop
So let me speak nonstop
If you lit one candle for every lost life
Gaza would shine brighter than the stars
But from grief not joy
So let me speak to your heart
If you stood one second in silence
For every child killed in Gaza
You would be silent for more than two full days
So let me scream
If every tear shed in Gaza turned into rain
The world would drown into sorrow
So let me open your eyes
If you prayed one prayer
For every child who lost a parent
You would pray with no pause
For weeks
So let me wake you up
From your unconsciousness
If every broken bone in Gaza
Had a name
You would run out of names
Before finishing one city
So let me break the siege
If hunger in Gaza screamed
The world would go deaf
So let me scream again
If you listened to the cries of Gaza’s children for one day
You would never sleep again
So let me speak tirelessly
If you wrote a story for every tragedy in Gaza
You would fill more books
Than any library on earth
So let me write mine
If the world felt the pain of Gaza for just one hour
Nothing would ever be the same
So let me tell you
If silence was justice
Gaza would be free
But silence is complicity
So let me speak
@ttarek7 on Instagram
