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is the ruin of the mirror that we should break
as soon as we like our image! He put on a mask, put on courage, and killed
his mother… because she was the easiest prey… and because a female soldier
stopped him and exposed her breasts asking: Does your mother have breasts
like these? If it wasn’t for modesty
and darkness, I would have visited Gaza, without knowing the road to the new
house of Abu Sufian, nor the name of the new prophet. If Mohammad hadn’t
been the last of the prophets, each gang would have had its own prophet, and
each companion a militia! We admired June in its 40th anniversary; if we
can’t fine someone to defeat us again we defeat ourselves with our own
hands, lest we forget!
No matter how long you stare into my eyes, you will not find my gaze there.
It has been kidnapped by a scandal! My heart is not mine… and it is no
one’s. It has claimed independence, without turning into stone. Does he who
chants over the body of his victim-brother: “Allahu Akbar”, know that he is
an infidel, since he sees God in his own image: lesser than a well formed
human being?
The prisoner, eager to inherit the prison, hid his smile of victory from the
camera. But he did not succeed in restraining the happiness streaming from
his eyes; perhaps because the rushed text was much stronger than the actor.
Why do we need Narcissus, as long as we’re Palestinians, and as long as we
don’t know the difference between the Jame’ (mosque) and the Jame’ah
(university), both words having the same root. What need to we have for a
state… as long as it is moving, along with the days, towards the same
destiny?
A large sign at the door of a nightclub: We welcome Palestinians returning
from battle. Free entry! Our alcohol… doesn’t get you drunk! I cannot defend
my right to work, as a shoe polisher by the sidewalks, because my clients
have the right to consider me a shoe thief – this is what a University
professor told me!
“The stranger and I will join forces against my cousin. My cousin and I will
join forces against my brother. My Sheikh and I will join forces against
me.” This is the first lesson in the new national education curriculum. In
the abyss of darkness, who will go to heaven first? He who died with enemy
bullets or he who died by his brother’s bullets? Some jurisprudents say:
Thou shalt have an enemy born from your mother’s womb! The fundamentalists
do not annoy me; their secular supporters infuriate me, as do their atheist
supporters who only believe in one religion: their images on TV! He asked
me: Can a hungry guard defend a house whose owner has traveled to spend his
summer vacation in the French or Italian Riviera… whichever one? I said: No
he doesn’t! And he asked: does myself + myself = two? I said: you and you
equal less than one!
I am not ashamed of my identity, it is still under construction. But I am
ashamed of some of what is written in the Ibn Khaldoun introduction: You, as
of now, are someone else!
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You,
as of now, are someone else! 