Through me (The Flood) and Gaza

Recently I was listening to "Through Me (The Flood)" by Hozier, it's about COVID-19 and the loss the world saw during it. It's a beautiful song

"But try measure loss

Measure the silence of a house

The unheard footsteps at the doorway

The unemployment of the mouth

The waking up, having forgotten

And remembering again the full extent

Of what forever is"

I thought it was relevant, especially with everything that has happened in Palestine in the past few months. It also reminded me of a story I read once, "There will come soft rains", I read it for a class. the story is about an empty home in the future, completely automated. The living room clock sang to wake up the residents of the home, reminding them of birthdays and anniversaries.. the kitchen stove made breakfast for the family, coffee for the parents, and milk for the kids. The food goes untouched. no one leaves the house, the car doesn't pull out of the driveway even though the garage door automatically opens... and the story goes on like this, the house goes about its daily chores for a missing family. a bath drawn, beds warmed, poems read.. no one there to appreciate it. There was something so heartbreaking about this to me, I didn't know this family at all, I have no connection to them, but their absence stings all the same.

"With each grave

I think of loss and I can only think of you

And I couldn't measure it"

It made me think about Palestine. The death toll nearing 25,000... but there is no empty house to write about. There is rubble and survivors, people. I want you to think of everyone you know, every name and face you remember, think of their families, their friends.. all of them gone. it's still nowhere near the same amount. 25,000 is unfathomable, you cannot imagine each individual.. but they are individuals, not just numbers, and they are gone even when you can imagine them. There is nothing we can do to get those lives back, thousands of innocent children, their mothers, fathers, siblings, uncles, aunts.. best friends.. We cannot begin to imagine that, can't begin to fathom that kind of loss. I have no words for how devastating that is. 

Please don't stop talking about Palestine, do not let these tragedies happen in silence. There are still people who need help. Most of them have lost family, are injured, and most of whom do not have access to enough food or water, Don't let this happen in silence.

It's not easy to talk about, but it's harder to experience. 

Free Palestine Carrd