A question that continues to weigh on our heads, opens its mouth in our faces, “explains” it with its hands, shows its two fingers, the index finger at times, and all the other adjacent fingers at times, knocking us down, exposing our illusions and lies, our lack of resourcefulness, and our contempt for people.

The title question... knocks on the wall of the reservoir of our minds, and resounds in the depths of our consciences, both apparent and hidden, screaming with a wounded throat, and staring with bulging eyes that have been dry of sleep for ten months, out of fear, panic, anxiety, hunger, and terror... from the gloom of the scene and the bad fate.

Do not underestimate our minds, and do not bet on peace that made our hearts bloody, from which we have never seen peace, nor on miracles that save us from our inability, division, and poor performance, for the revelation stopped after the death of the Chosen One, may God’s prayers and peace be upon him.

“What is to be done?”..a question that strikes a thinker searching for answers. There are no riddles, no wishes, no agendas. It gathers the dispersed abilities and recovers the lost wisdom of the apostles and prophets.

Do not stop asking the question, old and young, women and the elderly, poor and rich, because everyone today is equal. In getting his share of sadness, poverty, loss and blood.

Do not stop asking the burning question now, now and not tomorrow, for time is full of blood, and the homeland is being ravaged by the claws of flying monsters, and the roaring chains between the demolished houses and buildings in this great devastation.

Do not stop asking the question, for all of you are responsible for destinies and outcomes. Who drowns in the sea of injustice and darkness, who suffers pain on the road to Calvary on the drip of blood, or who continues to walk on the red carpet.

Do not stop asking the question... for those who put the sword to the sword, and decided to fight until the last woman, child, and old man, or those who got lost in the field of peace, and drank the mirage to the brim in old cups, reclining on bright mattresses.

“What to do?”...the question of the bloody, decisive moment...the day of the great test...to be or to be, and there is no third choice but to cling to the rope of our unity, which strengthens our positions, expands the isolation of our enemy, does not waste our blood, and brings us closer than ever before to achieving our goals. And obtain our rights.