From us and within us (منا و فينا)

We need to be displaced, relocated, evicted again. We need to be looted, pulled out from the roots and thrown away to a further place this time. And hopefully a safer one. In 1948 we were pushed out by strange gangs. They spoke a strange language and held a strange grudge. They had strange goals, and we were naive. Back then, the left side of the universe had ambitions, and we did too. But theirs destroyed ours. And they gave the gangs a base. A little massacre here, some ethnic cleansing there and we were on our way out. Some found a small patch of geography to settle in, but 67 wasn’t easy either, we were successful in winning a great loss in a war that lasted no more than 144 hours. And there we were again, more hungry, naked, and hopeless.

Following that, there were a lot of retreats, surrenders, negotiations and meaningless stances. We talked about borders when there was no land. We negotiated while being shackled to the ground.

New gangs have evolved now. Those ones, however, aren’t strange. We know them very well. They know us very well. They’re as aggressive as the strange ones, and the consequences are the same: blood shed and displacement.

We need to be displaced, relocated, evicted again. We need to be looted, pulled out from the roots and thrown away. But we know, very well, that this time no one wants to take us.