Letter to Palestine: You’re Not Forgotten

Letter to Palestine: You’re Not Forgotten

Written by Nicole Elmasry

Dear Palestine,

I just want to say that you are not forgotten, your brothers and sisters all around the world have not forgotten you. We are here, making dua for you, protesting for you, appealing to our leaders for you. I do not go to sleep at night or wake up in the morning without thinking of you. My greatest hope is that this terrible atrocity will bring our Ummah together once again and Palestine will be once more.

I wonder if there are any Palestinians still alive that remember what Palestine use to look like, before the grass was scorched by bombs, before your homes were destroyed. I wonder how much of it still remains. I like to imagine their is a small outline, small fragments, a fountain, or walls that still stand in remembrance, like a fingerprint around Palestine.

The frame around a door with the inscription of a family name that use to own the home. A dining room table being used in a house in Israel without knowing what its origins are. Small panels of tile, inlaid in a marble floor created during the time of Salah El Deen. A bronze key created for a door that still stands. Bricks turned to stones kicked around on the street. Basement floors imprinted with old papers, contracts, coins from a time that has passed. A city built on top of, in and around another city.

It must be strange to know that only a few meters away there is peace, only a few meters away there is grass and olive trees; streets. I wonder if you are taunted by the sounds of a lawnmower and children playing in safety. Can you remember what grass feels like under your feet, do you remember what a cool breeze feels like beneath the shade of a tree. Do you laugh when you smell cologne on a soldier, who has time to think of such luxuries.

Has this become your life you must wonder, but we can feel the hope in your heart for your country, for peace.

I hope that this atrocity is but a paragraph in your history, Palestine. I hope that someday in my lifetime, I can visit Palestine and I will stand where you are standing now and it will be a place of remembrance. I hope you will rebuild what was lost and I can wander along your narrow streets and listen to the Adhan echoing between alleyways, while the sound carries across your rooftops.

We are here for you my brothers and sisters of Palestine, may Allah bless you with a just Leader who will protect you and rebuild Palestine to even better than what it was before ameen! insha Allah!

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2 thoughts on “Letter to Palestine: You’re Not Forgotten

  1. Reblogged this on Muhammed Muhsin Varikkodan and commented:
    I just want to say that you are not forgotten, your brothers and sisters all around the world have not forgotten you. We are here, making dua for you, protesting for you, appealing to our leaders for you. I do not go to sleep at night or wake up in the morning without thinking of you. My greatest hope is that this terrible atrocity will bring our Ummah together once again and Palestine will be once more.

    I wonder if there are any Palestinians still alive that remember what Palestine use to look like, before the grass was scorched by bombs, before your homes were destroyed. I wonder how much of it still remains. I like to imagine their is a small outline, small fragments, a fountain, or walls that still stand in remembrance, like a fingerprint around Palestine.

    The frame around a door with the inscription of a family name that use to own the home. A dining room table being used in a house in Israel without knowing what its origins are. Small panels of tile, inlaid in a marble floor created during the time of Salah El Deen. A bronze key created for a door that still stands. Bricks turned to stones kicked around on the street. Basement floors imprinted with old papers, contracts, coins from a time that has passed. A city built on top of, in and around another city.

    It must be strange to know that only a few meters away there is peace, only a few meters away there is grass and olive trees; streets. I wonder if you are taunted by the sounds of a lawnmower and children playing in safety. Can you remember what grass feels like under your feet, do you remember what a cool breeze feels like beneath the shade of a tree. Do you laugh when you smell cologne on a soldier, who has time to think of such luxuries.

    Has this become your life you must wonder, but we can feel the hope in your heart for your country, for peace.

    I hope that this atrocity is but a paragraph in your history, Palestine. I hope that someday in my lifetime, I can visit Palestine and I will stand where you are standing now and it will be a place of remembrance. I hope you will rebuild what was lost and I can wander along your narrow streets and listen to the Adhan echoing between alleyways, while the sound carries across your rooftops.

    We are here for you my brothers and sisters of Palestine, may Allah bless you with a just Leader who will protect you and rebuild Palestine to even better than what it was before ameen! insha Allah!

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