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.

A collection of short stories from Gaza, Occupied Palestine.

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 short story is enough to tell the tale of how the children of war reminisce over the small pieces of their childhood, tainted with blood. Blood. They'd barely seen their home, their parents, their friends. But blood... That's all they'd ever seen since birth. Ali and his sister relive a breathtaking journey that none of the first worlds galour can compete with *Inspired by The Flag poem- John Agard

The story unfolds in war-torn Gaza on the morning of Eid al-Fitr, a day that was once filled with joy but is now overshadowed by grief and devastation. Amany Mansour stands at her young son's grave, clutching his clothes as she recalls the last Eid they spent together. Her mother tries to comfort her, but Amany is inconsolable, mourning the loss of everything dear to her. Nearby, Mahmoud al-Hamaydeh, who is now wheelchair-bound after an airstrike, sits with his children. His son Karim asks if they will ever celebrate Eid the way they used to, but Mahmoud, filled with sorrow and uncertainty, can only offer a hopeful "Inshallah." At the ruins of al-Farouk mosque, worshippers lay out prayer mats on the rubble. Young Ahmed questions his father about why they are praying in the destruction, and his father explains that faith is in the heart, not in buildings. Elsewhere, Salim, an elderly man, searches through the remains of his home. Finding only his late wife's shawl, he presses it to his face, overwhelmed by grief. In the streets, a group of children discuss their friend Yousuf, who lost his father while trying to bring home bread. One of them solemnly states, "There is nowhere left for him to go." In a makeshift shelter, Samira cradles her sick infant, Layla, pleading for medicine, but a doctor, with nothing left to give, shakes his head helplessly. Beyond Gaza, protests erupt in Jordan and Turkey. In Amman, Abdel Majid Rantisi leads a demonstration, chanting, "There is no Eid while Gaza is annihilated." In Istanbul, thousands wave Palestinian flags, uniting in sorrow and defiance. As night falls, Amany sits in the darkness, whispering "Eid Mubarak" to her son's photograph. A soft knock on the door reveals her neighbor, Fatima, offering a single date, a small but powerful gesture of solidarity. Outside, children play in the ruins, their innocence a stark contrast to the horrors surrounding them. Despite the destruction, hope lingers in the ashes.

Short fictional story about ethnic cleansing of Palestine. 🇵🇸🇵🇸🇵🇸🇵🇸🇵🇸🇵🇸🇵🇸🇵🇸🇵🇸🇵🇸🇵🇸🇵🇸🇵🇸🇵🇸

This story isn’t about a princess and a prince falling in love. It’s not “another cinderella” type of story. This story is about innocent children, innocent women getting killed and injured for a war that is not theirs. This story is about monsters that would have the guts to point a gun at a two year old and hurt pregnant women with no mercy. Welcome to the life of Palestinian.

"I Lost My Native Soil" tells the story of a young pinvalian facing the consequence of displacement and battle in their homeland. From childhood, the civilians experience loss and separation, reflecting the joint struggle of their country. In "I Lost My Native Soil," a sad story unfolds. A young person from Pinvale faces a lot of pain as their birthplace is torn separated. They lose the place they love, and everything transforms into a phantom town. The story is full of sorrow. It's about missing family, missing the way things used to be, and trying to be strong even when everything is ruined. This book captures the feelings of grief and sorrow and how difficult it is when the place you call home is lost. This grief stays with you for your lifetime. This novel tells a story of deep sadness. Imagine a youthful person from Pinvale, where everything feels secure and friendly. Suddenly, their home turns into a place of tears and ghost town. The story is like a heavy cloud hanging over them, as they try to understand why things can't be the way they were. It's about missing the laugh of family. The book carries onto those moments of sorrow when everything changes, and the world becomes a different, sadder place. Moral: "I Lost My Native Soil" reminds us that even in situations of sorrow and loss, stability and strength of one's individuality can provide resilience. It teaches the enduring power of hope in the face of hardship.

A short Poem on the Israel-Palestine conflict.

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