My World In Words, From Gaza.

This Article was published in 'The Daily Vox' website , the link is provided at the bottom. Here are some parts :

“I am dying to live,” he said when told that leaving Gaza illegally aboard a boat headed for Europe could cost him his life.

While many voice their sympathy, disapproval or approval for what is happening, few consider the reasons that push the desperate into choosing to make such a dangerous journey.



23 August 2014 is a day that I will never forget. We had already been in the war for over a month and a half and no place was safe in Gaza. Everyone was waiting for their turn to die.

With every passing minute and with every piece of news about a friend or family friend member leaving on a boat, jeopardizing their life, and with every dream being killed while living under the siege, that question finds its way back into my heart and mind:

“Ziad, do you still want to stay in Gaza?”

The Link: http://www.thedailyvox.co.za/life-in-gaza-after-the-ceasefire/ 

Sitting on that broad chair and talking non-stop about your life and inner secrets to the doctor is one way of therapy. For me, therapy has always had a much wider concept, therapy is music , writing and cleaning my room! Yes! Cleaning my room ! Being a busy guy (and a lazy one too) led to my room being always in a disastrous shape, clothes everywhere, my laptop, chocolate and chargers ‘sleeping’ on the bed next to me (that is where the backache comes from!) and books scattered all over the place.

“let’s dance.”

This article of mine was published in Al Jazeera English website : To read the full article, click on the link :


http://m.aljazeera.com/story/2014729713266939


Some parts of the article :


"What hurts me the most is that Gaza's story is always told in terms of numbers: "50 people died, 100 buildings were destroyed". These people had names, stories, dreams, families, ambitions, futures and most importantly - history. These buildings were people's homes, they were places of safety and security, of hard work and relaxation, of memories and family histories."


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"Hours passed and I was moving from one memory to another. Which item should I take, or in other words, which memory in this house is more important than the other? Which part of ziad, of my soul, should I take?"

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"They say that a person's life passes in front of his eyes when he is about to die. It was different for me. My whole life passed in front of my eyes while I was standing in front of a ringing phone. Is it the call? Is it our turn? "


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"It has been the fate of Palestinians in the past 66 years to evacuate their homes constantly, leaving behind their property, their land, their history. Will Shujayea people ever be able to go back to their homes? Or will they be left with only memories of what they called home?"


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