From Palestine to the world

by Sama Abu Fares (Palestine)

Speechless, the text, the feelings, the way she expresses herself just left me speechless. Cannot imagine the feeling of entering hell while being at home, cannot imagine the feeling of being guilty of nothing but being a human being born in that place. A question of luck, that's not justice, that's not fair. A question of luck who you are depending on where you have been born. A question of luck, to turn around while staring at the wall, face the situation, be prepared for nothing since you cannot be prepared for something you have no idea it could be. Then, cannot help thinking how it must be to be trapped in your own destiny ready to break the chain that keeps you from being yourself. Who dares to turn around, staring at the wall? who dares to stand up for you and the rest of the people? Who dares to spend your life just being something you do not want to be?. Who dares to escape when you do not want to be a coward, since running away has always been labeled as cowardice? There's always a way out, a place to feel safe, a star to make a wish upon, a desire to be free turned into reality. 

One month since they left, one month since they became part of my life, one month since the energy they provided me with seems to be a never ending source of motivation. Time flies, time that seemed to be like a death penalty, has become now the joy of my days. Time, that split us apart, will make us be tied up forever. Memories last forever whenever you want memories to be a guiding star above in the sky. Memories become the utopia in my path that fills up my breath every time I recall those names, those faces, those smiles. One month since life started to run fast in my veins: I am here for some reason, I am here for something I cannot give a name to, but I am here not just to watch life passing by. A reason, a task, a goal to reach, to get, to spread, to make. A reason for breathing, a reason for moving on. All those faces, some more than others, fill up my dreams with hope and smiles, with the true belief that another world is possible, that it is worth trying to make the change. I thank my fate, I thank my destiny, I thank my decisions made, I thank every step I made to be where I am, exactly who I want to be, right what I want to feel: happy. How can I complain? Who am I to do it?