The Will of Yahya Sinwar:
I am Yahya, the son of the refugee who turned exile into a temporary homeland, and turned the dream into an eternal battle.
As I write these words, I recall every moment that has passed in my life: from my childhood in the alleys, to the long years of imprisonment, to every drop of blood that was shed on the soil of this land.
I was born in Khan Yunis camp in 1962, at a time when Palestine was a torn memory and forgotten maps on the tables of politicians.
I am the man who wove his life between fire and ashes, and realized early on that life under occupation means nothing but permanent imprisonment.
I knew from a young age that life in this land is not ordinary, and that whoever is born here must carry in his heart an unbreakable weapon, and realize that the road to freedom is long.
“If you're not careful, the newspapers will have you hating the people who are being oppressed, and loving the people who are doing the oppressing.”
― Malcolm X - الله يرحمه
Thoughts on grief.
There are certain events in life that help you re-evaluate the status of the world, what society values and how it functions. The death of my father has been the biggest trigger for me.
Me to everyone else when they feel a little tired but wanna work: no you need to rest you're not allowed.
Me to me on my deathbed: not you, your built different.
"A shameful move. The Taliban have banned women in Afghanistan from attending universities.
This is the latest in a series of policies that have restricted the basic rights of women and girls."
I want to be remembered as someone who was sincere. Even if I made mistakes, they were made in sincerity. If I was wrong, I was wrong in sincerity. I can deal with a person who was wrong, as long as they were sincere.
// Malcolm X