The Cairene

For a normal person, what shapes a human's life is a combination of words like oxygen, food, work, sleep and shower- all the simple actions and series of abstracts which altogether form our existence. In Palestine, it is different. In Palestine, their life goes around deeply and hurtfully profound words like occupation, drones, air strikes, prisons, hunger strikes, death, martyrs, war, damages and bombs. These words are powerful to take at once. These dictions describe things that you would run from.  These dictions painfully embrace every Palestinian life after they are all put in action. For everyone, we are created from visually identical blood and flesh. We are all humans and we were all granted a sense of humanity. It baffles me now how some of us decided to cut off their humanity not knowing how valuable it is. Going around hearing people justifying Israel's crime against Palestinians is some kind of unsolvable equation for me, because just like water and oil, po

For quite a long time, I was dipped in apathy. I was totally okay with it, regardless where it was slopping me into. I knew it wouldn't end well, yet I couldn't care less as I had already reached the point where I loathed all the kinds of emotions. I kept constantly reminding myself that I don't need to feel or to live or to survive, and that was when I actually let go of everything I have always been clinging to, and ran from everyone I have always stuck to their back. I found myself sarcastically mocking everyone who showed their feelings; I called everything feelings-related 'crap', totally blinding myself from seeing how blurry my mind has become and how cold my soul has turned to. I couldn't care less. I used to get all the kinds of "Okay" and "hmm" for sounding so heartless and dispassionate about what anyone would tell. I honestly didn't care because they all sounded shallow and hereafter, I would spend time on my own thinking abou

It has been a long time since I wrote anything and I have no clue why. Maybe I was constantly busy and distracted by the things that took place in front of my eyes rather than those which wade in the universes beneath my skin. Maybe because of many other reasons, but now I am not perturbed anymore, and I am more aware of all what is going on. Life is alright and death is around the corner; I still find myself confused which happens first. Life is alright and it is full of white, coloured and sugar coated lies. We are not even surprised. If you work hard, you will succeed, they said. If you fight, you win, they said. Life is good, they said. Be thankful, they said. Fuck you, I might say. Fuck you, and not because you are lying, but because you are blinded by your lies. I walk in the street and see pain. Every step reminds me of how unfair life is, in every single way. We aren't grabbed below that train, but other helpless people are. Claiming that everything is going to be al