From Gaza With Love

Hello,,

It is hard to tell what Gaza means to me. In any elsewhere , people tend to abandon their countries when poverty and fear covers the atmosphere. Yes, Gaza is unstable region, yes, it has the least of ordinary human life, yes, death is roaming above every span of her. Despite that, it attracts me like magnet and let nothing in front of me except drowning in her embrace. The perfect charisma of her remains in souls for good and lets you forget death in exchange of a laughter inside it. The beauty of Gaza like August Whales, traveling far distances in the ocean but, when time comes, return back to the spot they were born in, to die.





Life in Gaza is simple enough to not talk about, but when simplicity take off, it becomes unusual to remain simple. Gaza is suffering from accumulative catastrophes that could collapse any possibility to live. In spite of that, people are flourishing in the way of becoming humans.


Some of you know something about Gaza from media, and think that it is the waste land. Regardless of that, I am going to focus on the humanitarian side that media hasn't publicized, and will let you see Gaza as you should see it.


I am just another on of them, have their eyes, their hearts. When night whispers, I remember what happened during the day. It is full of life.

Talking about Gaza looks like chatting with an obsessed person of her, but like movies, there are always some panoramas never jump out of memory. I see in faces what tongues can not tell, and then write words.. words come out of a child mouth or an old man memory, or from a young vivid man who sees air melodies as views not to be forgotten.. so his eyes sleep but his heart always awaken..I hope you enjoy the stay here.

Welcome to Gaza.. With Love..