Gaza Stories

Meet Saba, A girl in all black. She's mysterious and compelling. Her walk is confident, and she knows who she is. When she walks in a room she steals all gazes. She's called Queen, with no introduction and is respected, before any words. They can't see her, too intimidated to talk to her, but dying to know her. So here she is Saba, ready now, to let the world Inside The Mind Of A Girl In All Black.

Traduction, par Esraa

خواطر قد تدعوك للانتحار لذا لا انصحك بقرائتها

هي أدعية من القلب، نكتبها بدمع العين وصدق النية، نرجو بها الفرج، والنصر، والرحمة. قد لا نملك السلاح، لكن نملك الدعاء، وقد لا نغير الواقع، لكن نطرق باب ربّ الواقع. فلتقرأ، ولتدعُ، ولتُشعل مع كل كلمة شمعة رجاء في ليلٍ طال ظلامه.

Here,where the hills slope before the sunset and the chasm of time near gardens whose shades have been cast aside, we do what prisoners do we do what the jobless do, we saw HOPE. A bunch of poems about our beloved Palestine.

Puisi-puisi tentang perjuangan membebaskan Al-Aqsa, negeri terluka. © Muzaf Ahmad, 2017

I'll update daily here about the latest news on Gaza and Palestine, I'll document and translate every news I get my hands on.

I'll try my best to spread information of the genocide that's taking place in Palestine as I'm writing this. If you've got any questions, Feel free to ask! If you're pro-palestinian, I hope my content helps you in getting news of Palestine. If you're pro-isnotreal, Then You should definitely check this book out and stop supporting a genocidal and terrorist state.

Dari antara debu dan keputusasaan Kamp Shati, bangkitlah Ismail Haniyeh-seorang anak lelaki yang bermimpi memiliki langitnya yang utuh-dalam sebuah perjalanan epik yang membawanya dari atap seng rumahnya yang reyot ke puncak kekuasaan politik dan perlawanan bersenjata, menelusuri jejak penderitaan, penjara, pengasingan, dan pengkhianatan, untuk akhirnya menjadi simbol sekaligus korban dari konflik abadi yang mengoyak tanah airnya, meninggalkan warisan yang begitu kompleks dan kontroversial sebagaimana tanah yang memperanakkannya.

Cerpen ini merupakan inspirasi utama kepada watak Rif'at dalam novel Vehaen, di mana watak utama dalam cerpen ini adalah adiknya, Najdat. Saya telah mula melakar cerita ini sewaktu darjah 6 (2009), dan dibuat persembahan teater kecil ketika di asrama (2010) berdasarkan jalan cerita ini bersempena 21 Ogos, tarikh memperingati peristiwa Al-Aqsa dibakar pada 21 Ogos 1969. Pada 2012, setelah saya kembali serius semula dengan penulisan, saya menulis cerpen ini secara penuh dengan tajuk Sujudku Di Hadapan Al-Aqsa. Pada 2015, saya ubahsuai sedikit cerpen ini dan memenangi Pertandingan Cerpen Youth Ace 2015 dengan nama Najdat. Pada 2016, watak Najdat telah menjadi salah satu watak utama dalam novel ketiga saya, Vehaen II : Rif'at. Oh ya, inspirasi nama Najdat Rif'at ini sebenarnya adalah nama anak kepada guru bahasa arab saya yang suka saya santuni sewaktu dia masih berusia 2-3 tahun (pada 2008 & 2009). Macam sedap nama Najdat Rif'at ni. Dan seperti watak dalam cerpen ini, dalam alam nyata, memang nama abangnya, Nabil Rif'at, dan kakaknya, Nurul Hanani. Hehe! Jemput baca!

A collection of short stories from Gaza, Occupied Palestine.

The second chapter of the narration, tells the story of a group of friends that in a few months had become one of Mossad's best operative teams. Many questions and mysteries were uncovered in the first novel. Who is responsible for the attack in Tel Aviv? Who wants to destroy the State of Israel? Will Trump and Putin seal a peace agreement for the Middle East? December 6th, 2018 is the date the civil world is looking forward to since as of now it is the only hope for peace. The Daesh is weakened to its roots, the foreign fighters are assaulting the symbols of democracy from within like a metastasis. Day-to-day life is devastated. The evil in this novel has taken the likeness of Hamza Bin Laden. Al Qaeda wants to extinguish the Occident in the most religious city in the world. The city that divides and unifies the religions and the political beliefs in the world. No democracy, not even in Canada, France, Italy, Russia, Belgium, America, and Australia, can feel safe from the murderous madness of those who take the religion hostage to create terror. Who is Hamza Bin Laden and why does he crave to destroy Israel? From the ashes of Daesh, Al Qaeda rises and Israel is its target. No one is safe on his own land. The Western Wall and the Al-Aqsa mosque, could they coexist peacefully? A thriller that accompanies the reader in a journey along those who experienced these events firsthand, narrating the antecedents and the stories -never told or captured by cameras- where, at the sidelines of our consciousness, politics oftentimes shakes bloody hands in that strip of gray land; where conspiracies and allegiances are mushed with political and military analyses that are unlikely to be addressed in newspapers.

" Don't worry, I'll be the one who takes care of you and be not sad that your uncle is leaving as he has other responsibilities to fulfil. Now, what's your name again? " The priest asked him with a kind smile on his face. " My name is Jihad..." He said, in a voice barely above a whisper. How could somebody's life turn to hell in just one day? Jihad, once an energetic passionate boy goes through the trauma and the grief of losing his home and both of his parents in a day. Then, he's forced to go through struggles and instability until.... -All the characters are completely fictional

creative writing. thoughts about the world around me.

Il est des jours où l'actualité ne traverse pas nos écrans, elle nous transperce. Des images insoutenables nous parviennent du Moyen-Orient. Et parfois, au milieu de ce chaos, une seule photo bouleverse plus que mille discours. Celle d'un père portant le corps sans vie de sa fille m'a saisi à la gorge. Alors, j'ai écrit. J'ai écrit pour cette fillette, pour toutes les Maysa qui dansent encore dans les ruines. J'ai écrit un poème, une tentative de résistance douce, par les mots, face à la violence brute. Une danse, fragile mais indomptable, sous les drones et les bombes. Découvrez Maysa - Danseuse de braises, un poème né d'indignation, de chagrin... et d'un irrépressible besoin de dire non.

"why can't everyone just be nice to each other?"

This may be the only thing I ever upload. Maybe I'll add another poem to this, but I highly doubt it. If you've read this far, please consider reading it. It's not incredible but I did try.

I may not be Palestinian, but I am human. Humanity has a joint heart, and it bleeds for the innocents dying in the Gaza strip

Going through the motions of your everyday life, do you ever stop to think about the people who's biggest worry in life is getting back home safely at night?