What else? Getting up from bed in the morning,heading to the bathroom for some self-hygiene, and then later on,maybe some Kellogg's Cornflakes cereals (not boycotted!) to jump start the day! Ah,what a great beginning for the day, isn't it? Not to mention, now that the holidays are in, our scope of responsibilities are a bit narrower now. It's all about the 'sit back and relax' motto.
You invite a friend over and go silly with him or her doing ridiculous things all day.Phew! After a long day hangin and chillin, you feel pooped out.Whadda ya know,it's gone dark already out there. Must've had a jam-packed day , didn't you? Okay,guess it's time to pull up the sheets.But first, take abolutions and pray-Now, we can finally get our 40 winks.A wonderful day concluded.
Suddenly you wake up-abruptly- to a traumatic cry.But now,you hear cries everywhere.But it's only 12 am. What's all this noisy rackets! Come on, your trying to get some good night sleep.That's all.But suddenly it dawned to you.You're somewhere you're not supposed to be.But what can you do? You blast into a sprint all over the house to check-up on the family.Everyone's panicking.Why is everyone going crazy? A barrage of bullets goes through your house, just a little more and you'd be six feet under .''What the hell!'' You can't contain yourself.
Mom and Dad signal you to get on the ground and you do. Besides you is your baby brother and and big sis.All petrified,almost going insane because of fear.Fortunately, Dad built a bomb shelter under the house for this ,so everybody goes inside.Though space is limited, AND talk about tight! Well,it's either this or your life. It'll just have to do,and you stay in there pretty much cramped like that,for hours and on before it's safe to get out.
But it's never actually safe.
Coming out of the shelter,you take a glimpse at the house,it looked beautiful yesterday.Today,it's all ravaged.Probably by the works of a grenade or something like that. But hey,it's not a big deal.Houses can always be rebuilt. And in Palestine,houses are made out of mud.Mud is everywhere!(oh, forgot to tell you,the Zionist deprive Palestinians of their supplies).
You wish you could go get some tools to fix up the house, but it's impossible,on account that there's a big wall, and I mean a very big wall blocking you from getting supplies.You're better off dreaming about it.Literally.
Okay, so you can't help fix the house,guess now it's time get some grub.Hmm, but the food's scarce,and your starving.Crap,there's no Cornflakes box in sight, not Tutti Frutti kiosk anywhere.(Also, on the other side of the wall, Jewish side)
What there is, is only some dates from a date tree mom and dad planted out back.Thank God,it didn't get destroyed yesterday.You think of reserving it.You never thought you'd be nibbling on dates.But come on, all the worst case scenarios happened.
The dates didn't do so much to satisfy your hunger,well duh,bet no one gets full eating a quarter of date, right? Looking around, you think your pretty lucky, getting good food like this,filled with nutrients, while other kids like you have to rummage through trash to find a meal.They don't really care anymore.They've been famished for many years.
Everything here doesn't suit you,it's all miserable. But what can you do? You can't just teleport somewhere else.This isn't Star Trek.You can't even get out of this forsaken place.Patience,it's not your fault either.Is just that,you were born into the conflict.You don't know why the Jews hate you so much, and why there are mutilated bodies everywhere you go in town. You don't know why they take your mothers, your sisters, your aunts and cousins and rape them, degrade them, and then brutally murder them.Or torture your dads,brothers and friends and then executing all of them.You were just born, and now you gotta survive.
Life is not exciting here, you can say people are at the brink of suicide, but they won't kill themselves,faith is strong in their hearts.They rather fight the Zionist scums to the very end to reclaim back Palestine.
Surprisingly,they'll go to the mosques and pray 5 times a day,even if it means they won't come back alive.Makes you think how Malaysian Muslims are determined to pray at a mosque in times like this .They make it natural reading the Quran everyday,and zikir all the time. Oh my,even charity! Everyone here tries to make the best of what they got.And are very much thankful for it. Hmm,so your life isn't all bad here.At least you got something no other thing can give,even in a place as hostile as this, as challenging as this! Faith.
You look onto the horizon and say to yourself ''You'll make it through the day'' InsyaALLAH.
*RING3*
Suddenly you wake up, and you're on you're plump bed now? What the????????? Was all that just a dream? You pinch yourself and find out it's all real.The house is intact? no one crying? You slowly walk out of bed and check on everybody, mom and dad still sound asleep, maybe 5 more minutes and they'll get up. Little bro, snoring like a beast. And big sis- Well, she locked the room.
As you sit on your bed, it got you wondering ''What a life it would've been over there!''
The End.
So my readers, every now and then, I get these kinda of dreams.It's an eye-opener. Now I understand those people.I believe they don't want to be involved in any carnage at all like any other person. But imagine,what if you woke up to be one of those people there? All your luxuries are not there for you anymore, just all the opposite.Bomb invasions for breakfast.Sewage for water.How do you feel? feel like commenting? Go ahead.
Now my advice is, how would YOU feel,being in their shoes, after all YOU'VE been through,got information that those J-DAM missles,those 50-Calliber Carbine bullets,and those soldiers were funded by your Muslim brethrens in Malaysia? Just because they wanna eat out at McD, Starbucks, buy Levi jeans or Banana Republic, YOU lose a loved one. I got to say,that's pretty heart-wrenching.
So, take part in the boycott process, google American Israel funding companies in Malaysia and halt their economy.Do it if you're a caring person. thanks for reading :)
yours truly,
Hamdan
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