I understand you are Gaza, by Hanan Awwad nella giornata internazionale di solidarietà per il popolo palestinese

Art of poetry in fighting injustice: Dr. Awwad writes – Literary Corner

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Hanan Awwad è un’attivista, un’avvocata e una poeta palestinese. E’ la presidente e fondatrice della sezione palestinese della Women’s International League for Peace and Freedom (WILPF). Awwad ha difeso la Palestina di fronte a presidenti e ministri.

I UNDERSTAND YOU ARE GAZA,
I UNDERSTAND YOU ARE THE EXCEPTION

TO THE LONELY PALESTINIAN GAZA
THE LONELY  CITY OF THE CITIES THAT RESISTS
– RESISTS*
MORNING OF TRIUMPH, MORNING OF GLORY
MORNING PALESTINE
MORNING OF THE DROPS OF DEW
MORNING OF  MOTHERHOOD
MORNING OF CHILDHOOD
MORNING OF THE REBELS
MORNING  OF THE IMMORTAL LOVERS.

YOUR FACE POPS UP TO ME- IT ENSNARES ME
PROFUSE OF VIVIDNESS
YOU PASS ASTERFLY  TO DAWN
YOU TRAVEL IN US AND WITH US
YOU APPROACH OUR DREAMS
YOU ARE THE  DIAMOND OF THE HOMELAND.

AT THE BREAK OF DAWN YOU RESIST
AT THE BREAK OF DAWN  YOU RETURN
AT DAWN YOU OVERCOME  ALL WOUNDS.

ARE YOU ALPHA AND OMEGA?
AND YOU CLOSE BEHIND YOU
ALL SILENT GATES,
AND PASSED  AS AN ICON
OF  IMMORTALIZED COMPOSURE.

OH GAZA, THE PRESENT OF THE PAST
AND THE IMPULSIVE MOTION COINED
WITH THE FLOWERS OF THE  GENUINE BLOOD
STREWN IN SAND.
ARE YOU THE EXCEPTION?
OR YOU ARE THE SOLITARY IN THE TIME OF  CROWD CONGESTION?
ARE YOU SOMETHIN?

OR YOU ARE EVERYTHING?

BE CLAD IN THE WEDDING GOWN OF TRIUMPH,
PINNACLE,
ON THE MUSCULUR  ARMS OF MEN,
Khaki uniform and a gun muzzle,
AND A TUNE :” GOD IS THE GREATEST”.
THIS IS THE LAST CALL FOR THE CONVOY OF RETURN.

I AM ROOTED  AWAITING THE CONVOY,
EXPECTATION FOR THE OUTCOME,
I REVIEW THE YEARS,
TORTURED,
THE SEA IS MINE,
IT IS NOW CRUCIFIED,
AND SAND IS THE  INTIMATE BELOVED OF MY POEMS,
HAS BECOME IN ABSENTIA,
AND THE SUN IN ITS RISING  DEFECTS FROM ME,
Betrayed,
FETTERED WITHOUT  FETTERS.
HAS’ AAD RETURNED?’
AND AWAKENED TAMOUD?
OR BEEN MANIFESTED IN THE JOURNEY OF INIQUITY,
IN EVERY NOOK AND CORNER?
AND YOU WERE LONELY AT THE TIME OF PROMISE.
OH! Unique  lonely and solitary,
THEY WANTED YOU TO BE FAR AWAY,
AND YOU WERE THE AFFECTION,
THEY WANTED YOU  CRACKED  WALLS,
IRREVOCABLE,
CRUMBLED THRONES
VIOLATED OPEN AREAS.

WILL ABSENCE  BE LONG?
AND ON THE BANKS  THERE IS UTTER SILENCE,
AND  AT THE BORDERS  UTTER SILENCE,
AND ON  THE CLANDESTINE  ALTAR,
DREAMS  ARE SLAIN,
AND  LOQUACITY  STOPS.

I MISS YOU “ the craving to the one  who is an expat”,
AND the “ nearness  of pace”
Nostalgic for your sea,
Nostalgic  for your  sand and a fighting warrior,
Nostalgic you an eternal journey,
In the  the open space of  superciliousness,
Nostalgic  to your melody juxtapositional to my soul,
And a promise.

It was fate,
And you were the sword,
Fate  has become  fait accompli,
And  you have become de facto.

Today  is your day,
And the banners  embroidered  with glory,
Retained for you,chanting
in platonic love,
A song,
And the bleeding wound  crucified,
On the banners,
At the wrath of  the wind.

Have the stout  men left the men?
And the advance waves  stopped,
To the lilac  despair,
And an elongated calling.
fake 
Not us who coin a victory,
And infuse the thirsty into my blood,
Not us who reiterate explanation of the question,
From within the resistance  jurisprudence.

Peace to you,
Peace on you,
Advance,
Proceed,
This is my blood,
Advance,
Proceed,
Have courage,
You will not be defeated,
This is my blood,
Advance,
Advance,
Proceed,
‘Have a good morning  and peace
be with you’.