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.”