On modern lethargy and genocide in Gaza Israel’s conflict and the two

Today, writing feels like cultivating the proverb tree in the face of the end of the world. Decades ago, writing began to make the words mean again. When she escaped as a refugee from Bosnia to Sweden in the nineties, there was a time when words stopped working in every possible way.

I couldn’t even say a “tree” and connect it to the beautiful things outside the camp. I was crazy like Hamlet, cry “words, words, words!” Sound and anger. Do not refer to anything.

We, the Bosnians, were hesitant to use the word “genocide” until the great court told us that we could, and even then, or in particular, that the denial industry wanted to prevent us from calling things with their drawings. We learned that the words we learned about it. The correct words can lead to work. Not such empty phrases that we heard about the genocide of the Palestinians.

I learned the English language late in life, mainly because I was shy that the Swedes spoke well and I could not connect two words together to save my life. Over time, I learned that the forced exile stories, despite unique, reflect the experience of displacement from millions of other people. In some way, they invented magic treatments with people who were very different from us, and those who sometimes grew up from places that I have never heard, but they heard about me. They have read my stories.

I imagined that this miraculous human relationship was my relatives in love with this foreigner, who has not been called for a long time called Shakespeare at Stockholm University. His words came from the mouth of a small Pakistani professor with the largest voice I heard ever. Ishrat Lindblad, may lie in peace, gray hair, colored sari, and a British accent. “To be, or not, this is the question,” she was recited in the chapter.

She would have become my teacher, the strongest critics, then my biggest fans. Always friend. It was the reason I became a teacher as well. It was the reason that I understood the reason for the Muslim prayer for their teachers five times a day, immediately after their parents’ prayer. She was a good listener and did not speak much, but when she spoke, it was important. Never empty phrase. Never a lost word. Always from the heart.

For the longest time, I wondered why God continues to repeat in the Qur’an that there will be no inexpensive hadith in heaven. It was one of the most confusing things to read. I mean, everyone can understand that the attractiveness of the afterlife is expressed through things like gardens, rivers of milk, honey, wealth and unimaginable pleasures.

But the state is repeatedly and repeatedly that heaven will be free of “trivial” or “wasting” gossip was curious at best. I couldn’t imagine anyone saying: “Hey, I will work hard and be good and sacrifice everything to overcome all this empty talk.” Now I can.

I remember my past and revive it as we are seeing the most elegant forms of power practiced on the Palestinian people. I came back to that moment when the “tree” was not a tree and I could not connect two words together even if I had got to me at a threat point.

Sometimes I feel disgusted in the halls of my university where people are supposed to say things that are meaningful, but what I hear mostly is an empty talk. I do not get to know Sweden, the country that took thousands of Bosnians at a time of the greatest economic crisis and I did so after that.

A former Swedish church told me how he once traveled to Sarajevo with help, and he fell in a dangerous runway, fatwas, and returned. Everyone contributed. During World War II, Raoul Wallenberg saved thousands of Jews in Hungary by issuing protective passports and their shelter in the declared buildings as Swedish lands. I am a beneficiary of the Wallenberg Foundation that helped me finance a doctorate 20 years ago.

Now Sweden cut aid. The Swedish International Development Cooperation Agency’s budget for “sustainable peace” has been significantly reduced in just a few years, especially for the Middle East and North Africa. We condemn and cut relationships according to comfort. We help by self -interest. Office campaign.

Sweden declined to be a United Nations resolution calling for a humanitarian ceasefire in Gaza. There, in this large colossal of nations, decisions appear like New Year’s decisions just for humans, and the question is whether the crowds can be transferred to the thumb. Thus, “great institutions and a moment … turned and lost the name of the work,” said Hamlet.

It has been almost a year since I wrote.Collective genocideAnd I hope that the world has made a mistake in anything. I was writing, because the words are my tools. I wrote to the Swedish government about the future of education in Gaza, as soon as there is peace. Written by friends and enemies. A lot is said and writing now. We are drowning In words.

Until now, with the endowment of the bombing and the long -awaited exchange of the prisoners, I know from our history of genocide that crimes continue under the claim of a ceasefire, under the silence of the media and the intervention of foreign powers. If the war is truly ended, there are other types of fires that must be subjected to these men, women and children who are alive, and we will ultimately do our attention just as others were in front of us, allowing a cycle of material displacement to follow up.

Their pictures may disappear slowly from our extracts, but we should not allow condemnation and invitation to take measures to remain just words. We should not stop claiming justice and respecting Palestinian rights. “

“Words, Words, Words”, I hear the ghost of Shakespeare on the breath of my late teacher, and I wonder, is it Anler “to suffer from these cranes and arrows from the wealth of obscene, or to take weapons against a sea of ​​problems, and by ending an end to them?”

The opinions expressed in this article are the author of the author and do not necessarily reflect the position of the editorial island.