The Hermeneutics Of Hamas
Please read me directly at www.indi.ca. This sort of article obviously gets me censored here.
Since I wrote something, effectively, despairing, I thought I’d pair that with words from more effective people. People from the Resistance, like the recently martyred Abu Shujaa. I knew Abu Shujaa (literally the father of bravery) because he was assassinated, and then showed up at his own funeral. But now — after what is at least the 6th attempt on his life — he is truly gone. These were his last words:
I don’t think my heart will ever fully heal. I will always feel a sense of shortcomings throughout my life, even though there is nothing that I could do that I haven’t already done.
But I also cannot shake off the bad feeling that overwhelms me every time I see the sacrifices of others and what has befallen them. I see my arrest, the loss of my home, my separation from my family, the loss of my brother Mahmoud, and several others close to me as passing matters compared to a child who has lost his mother, or a father who has lost his child, or a prisoner who will spend decades in his cell, deprived of his children.
But I console myself that Allah protected me for a reason and that I did not choose to retreat but always chose resolve, and despite that, I am…
