His brothers are his killers!

Do not ask about the psychological state that the distressed Palestinian suffers from between grief and pain, lack of understanding from some relatives and many strangers! And between the calamities that surround him from all sides, whether in his personal situation, or in his surroundings and the reflections of that in his memory, soul and spirit.

Don't just ask about the lack of food and drink, friends are gone and everything is related to the lack!

Have the Palestinians achieved the miracle of patience after the great loss, or are they forced to do so?!

Don't just ask about the repeated displacement or the killing of loved ones before your eyes, and don't ask about the lack of security in the north and south of Palestine, and the lack of capabilities to the point of running daily in a miserable attempt to obtain the most basic needs that refuse to appear to you or your child with his eyes that are frozen with tears!

The daily needs of any normal life for the Palestinian in Gaza have turned into mere dreams that emerge from among piles of settled memories and lost hope!

I was thinking like this while I was riding the taxi (a seven-passenger Ford) with Brother Dr. Al-Mutawakkil Taha, on our way to a cultural event in the city of Jericho, and also about a book by Brother Muhammad Qarout, signed by the Military Training Authority headed by Brother Major General Mahmoud Haroun.

Between the overwhelming sadness, the deep anxiety, the brain’s warning signals, and the events that no one outside the rampant tragedy can comprehend, the shattered and scattered soul’s directions and decisions interact!

It is a free and constrained soul at the same time, torn between duty and possibility, between necessity and ability, between what exists and what is hoped for, and many, many contradictions that your eyes catch on the sides of the short-long road between Ramallah and Jericho, which is full of settlements that have eaten away at the meaning of splendor and light from the Palestinian West Bank, and have achieved for the Palestinian resistance by steadfastness on his land the instability of survival in the shadow of the absurdity of the miserable Palestinian scene and the helpless Arab one!

Between the tears of the eyes, the throbbing of the heart, and the suffocation of the breath, and between the destruction of the soul that no longer has anything to heal, the repercussions continue in your heart and soul like a torrent of hard stones!

The mind finds nothing among the rainless black clouds except falling into the depths of despair sometimes, then you find that with your position or understanding of your role you try to retreat from this fall, into this deep psychological abyss, so you succeed sometimes and fail at other times... To all of that, remember that you are a human being and not a stone.

You can say that, that is, you can feel others and say and think and breathe with the breath of the steadfast! Then write while sitting in an elegant chair and a comfortable desk!... May God bless you.

But what should my friend in Gaza, who I spent many years at university with and who is now between heaven and earth, say? And his entire family, huddled together from hunger, shriveled from the cold, and afraid of a Zionist bombardment whose goal is only understood by the love of death among the tents! Or the one who trained with me when he was moving between the West Bank and Gaza, or my brother whom I do not know and who is suffering physically, psychologically and mentally! It is a tragedy that no mind can bear, so how can the human soul bear it?

We are a mighty, steadfast, steadfast and very strong people?

Technically, the people of the Rabat and Jihad mean all of the Levant or all of the Muslim nation with its solidarity and jihad in all forms, and they, i.e. the ones outside Palestine, have placed the task on us alone!

Go to your inevitable fate according to the rule that they are sitting where they are! And behind their cell phones they are fighters! And even victorious!

Do we entertain ourselves - especially those away from the field - with these ideas to prove to the world and to ourselves that we are heroes? Or are we in fact ordinary people, not historical heroes, not legends, not cartoon heroes? Or like those lies and mental confusions where the (white) hero flies to save a child from the rubble or a drowning cat, or a cow whose foot slipped in the mud! Or pounces on a thousand fighters, which crowns the Hollywood (movies) tapes!

Are our brothers the ones who killed us? Like the occupier is killing us, or are we pessimistic or lost in our own misguidance?!

The crowds, excited and emotional to the point of triviality, are necessarily irrational in their instincts, in what they seek, in what they dream of, or in what they assume, as they applaud the scenes in the tapes (films) that we have described, and in addition to that they applaud their stupidity and helplessness on the one hand, and their refusal to do anything, on the other hand!

As if the role of the common people or the “followers” of the masses has settled between playing with the mobile phone, eating fatty food, the bedroom, and rosy dreams, sir!

Foreign youth in Europe and America do not stop their actual struggle for Palestine. Why don’t you follow their example and come out of your cocoon, your stupidity, your laziness, and your delicious dreams?!

We are tired and fed up with the programmed inflation that paints itself gigantic on our backs, and on the remains of our people in the biggest epic of genocide in history when time stops and turns to the color red only! Despite all the world's satellites (cameras) that monitor every bloodstain, child's cry, or young man's call who knows that no one will answer.

How can you not get angry?! How can you not be crushed by the tragedy of "brotherly" abandonment, and by the empty idea of glorification or exaggeration that surrounds you from your distant brothers who hope that you will die today before tomorrow, for what?

For the sake of an empty idea that has nested in their minds that your duty is to die!

The free death of those who only have their own hands is nothing but a departure from the idea of work, giving and succession that God has granted to humans. They work, communicate and build, and they do not die without any price or any reason for what others try to bestow upon you, not out of honor and love for you, but rather to relieve or abdicate their own responsibilities.

No, we are not death lovers, as they try to make us out to be. Rather, we love life.

Yes, we are a people who love life because living is a divine duty and a duty of creation.

Palestine is our land and it will not be developed except by our hands.

If it is necessary to sacrifice, then the sacrifice is not of the people, but for the people, the leaders and vanguards of the people from the fedayeen, that is, for the sake of the people.

Woe to me when the people are divided between what the misleading, seditious media seeks, and the opposing faction, abandoning two-thirds of the UNRWA division, and keeping all the factors of its own survival on the necks of the people who fall daily into an endless gap!

Between the contradictions of understanding and the suffering of the soul, and between the lies of the factions and the monopoly of the divine self or the monopoly of the exaggerated method of struggle in light of the current lack of actual material power in the face of the deadly American-Zionist monster, you are lost!

You cannot understand and you cannot get out of the cocoon of your endlessly overwhelming thoughts.

And back to your community, which is full of dog love and frequents cafes around Palestine, and they also do that every day, assuming that their only greatest duty is to criticize any move you make, here in Palestine! You are forbidden to complain and you are forbidden to groan, because you are a hero and you are great! You are a fighter and you are a martyr, so shut up and only say what we want!

They tell you with their mouths, their eyes, and their fooling around on Facebook: You are a constant, non-stop, combative guard?! You do not get any rest, you are forbidden from shouting or even saying “brother”, and in addition to that, the mouths of the wise are gagged because they are definitely either outside the religion or connected to the enemy!

Worrying and complaining are forbidden, but the groans of the bewildered and the bereaved are rejected in the first place!

As if your most beloved duty is to die, and their duty is to eat Mansaf daily, so they do not give up on the meat of the Italians (plural of young lamb) and the beef pulled in a McDonald's sandwich or other, which is only boycotted on "social media" virtually! And would a person who is a huge consumer with a big belly boycott his belly? God forbid.

In the Ford that took us from Ramallah to Jericho, thoughts multiply in your mind. Some grab your neck until you almost suffocate. You see scenes of the occupation checkpoints, the colonies (settlements), and the widespread image of the Israeli soldier holding his weapon, frowning or smiling. All of these are provocative manifestations, no less provocative than those who look away from supporting their brothers in Gaza with some money! They say: This is my pocket and it is only for me, and for my enjoyment!

They substitute the fact of supporting their brothers by passing on the bad before the good, and passing it on and sharing it with the courage of the great "Facebook" or "tactical" resistance fighter, and by cursing the authority and prostituting all Palestinians who disagree with them! And for those who love them, they can only pray for their quick death, so that they can boast about them that they are Palestinians?

The distance between Ramallah and Jericho, in the worst case, takes half an hour, but in our case described, it took nearly two hours of rough, winding roads between villages and destroyed streets, between checkpoints and congestion, and between the hand of the Israeli soldier who might put it in his nostril or anywhere else, but he rarely signals the vehicle to move except when he is tired of just standing still!

The soul is panting after hope, any hope, and perhaps it and the soul are two equals or enemies, intertwined with the mind that reads, sees, understands, and finds that its brothers are its killers, in addition to the eternal occupier and oppressor!

Have we reached Jericho or not yet?