I always think of leaving this place, maybe immigrating to a place that I could find myself in! Maybe know how freedom tastes like. Yummy, freedom. When I think about that word, I usually get a strange feeling mixed with joy & peace. It’s so relieving to know that you can do whatever you can without anyone to step in your way. At least the low won’t be on his side.
This is from my diary,
In the 20th of June, I celebrate a birthday of one of the most “Angelic” friends I have. Even we call him “Angel Magic”.
So, I promised him a gift, which is a hand-made wooden key chain, which has letters on wooden cubes carved with a special wood carver.
Gaza is famous of handcrafts. Because most graduate students complete their education and get out to the world with a degree but nothing to do. So they start their own investment or project. The owner of that shop is a graduate student, graduated about 4 – 5 years ago with a degree in “Finance & Political Science”:!:
So, I wandered around his shop, looking at any other thing that I may use as a gift for any upcoming event. By the way, his prices are remarkably nice. It’s like $3 (US Dollars) for a custom made key chain. So I found the title of this blog, a mug, written on it:
Smile, You’re in the Biggest Jail in the World, Gaza
OMG !! That’s unfortunately true, borders are closed, no jobs, people beating people all the time. And cops are like prison guards, they just bully on people as if they’re convicts. And corrupt as a dead fish, they get along with the “tough” and “powerful” people.
I’m sure you watched prison break. I wish I could break from this prison.
I didn’t buy that mug, although it worth a gag, to have it as a birthday gift. That would be really devastating. Every morning you wake up for your daily caffeine, you grab the mug and LOL !! You’re ruined my day !! :lol:
Although I hate it, but I like my country.
What if !!
What if the borders were open and we could buy coca cola and pepsi like regular people and go shopping in malls, or even go on trips every weekend?!?!
But hey !!
We smell cooking oil all the time, because of the fuel crisis, drivers started using the cooking oil as fuel. Which really smells bad.
People say in peoms talking about their country, they smell roses & stuff like that… Bla Bla Bla…
We smell cooking oil :shock:
Still it’s a home. But a home I’m ready to leave for a while. Till things get better.
Sometimes you have to let things be, or let it go.
Just let go, the universe has a magnificant way of aligning and fixing itself.
Hello world, wassup? Nothing much? so listen…
The launch of this blog comes from the need of finding a place to speak my mind about everything happening to me and my friends in my country “Palestine”. Which is recognized as an occupied country or “Territory”.
I will be as honest as I can here. I hate to say that I hate the place I live in. The situations here led me to say so and do so. Gaza isn’t a place to have a good life in it. Only if you are a thief, a drug dealer, an arms smuggler or tied to an organization.
Dis-honesty is prevalent.
I won’t say everything in the intro. I can just summarize it in saying:
Welcome to my life