A fighter for freedom and justice from Palestine, Gaza.

The Dream of Return Will Never Die

I was watching a documentary report about Al-nakba Day, the day when my grandparents left their homeland by force in 15th of May, 1948. I was looking at my mother’s glittering eyes. “Are you going to cry?” I asked. “Your grandfather used to go every day to a high place in north Gaza called Alkashef Mountain. People used to see him sitting, pondering his raped homeland, Beit Gerga, and crying.” She said with that gloomy broken voice. My grandmother used to say a proverb sarcastically means that the lands are ours and the strangers fire us. She is completely right. I don’t understand how anyone could dare firing people from their lands.

Our poor grandparents thought that the immigration caesarean would be for a week or maximum two years. They were very simple and uneducated people that they didn’t understand the game that Israel and its allies played. Sadly, my grandparents died but they dreamed of return until the last moment of their lives.

I remember the times when I and my family were surrounding my grandmother listening closely to stories from her life. I used to ask her to tell us about Al-nakba every time. At first, she used to refuse complaining that she repeated that events millions of times to us. I am sure she never got fed up saying about that miserable day. She always did try to wag the nostalgia in us to our homeland which we have never seen.

When my grandparents were in Beit-gerga, their homeland, they were farmers, living for the glories of the land as every Palestinian that time. In Al-nakba Day, a ground invasion started. They became horrified. Many people from the north came running fearfully and barefoot. Huge numbers of victims died that day. One of them was my grandmother’s father. He insisted to remain home so they killed him. This was the fate of anyone who confronted them. My grandparents came to Gaza as refugees. Every single day they said “tomorrow we will return back,” but they didn’t. They died after leading that hard life and they never smelt the smell of sand again. My grandparents died but our dream of return has never died. We won’t stay refugees; we shall return.

4 responses

  1. Wow!!!!!It's totally amazing , You are just Gorgeous . I'm happy you have your own plog . keep writing such great things , what you wrote just tell the whole truth about Nakba . keep it up my best friendSarah

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    May 20, 2010 at 12:14 am

  2. Thank you my dear Sarah. You know, no one can feel exactly how big our suffering is. This is only a bid for delivering some of the misery we have been living since 1948. I hope that people one day can see the reality and nothing but the reality and rebel against occupation.I love you Saree

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    May 20, 2010 at 12:31 am

  3. ann

    WOW!!!!! REALLY EFFECTING WORDS SHAHED I REALLY LIKE EVERY BIT OF UR WRITING SERIOUSLY I FELT LIKE CRYING WHILE I WAS READING.. AND HAPPY U HAVE UR OWN PLOG..LOVE EVERYTHING ABOUT IT KISSES & HUGS <3 <3 <3

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    January 25, 2011 at 12:31 am

  4. Oh dear Afnan, thank you very much for this beautiful comment. It's absolutely motivating! I'm looking forward to reading your first post on your blog dearest.

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    January 25, 2011 at 1:19 am

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