On the inactive and gezae flock in Gaza | Israel-Palestine conflict

Today, writing feels like plant to the proverbial tree in the face of the apocalypse. Say do, I started to write to make words mean again. When I was rubbing Bosnia’s refugee in the Sweden 90, there had been a while when words stop working in any possible way possible.

I couldn’t tell “tree” and connect it to the great good things out of the field. I was crazy as Hamet, cry “words, words, words!” Sound and hurry. It means nothing.

The bosnians were broken by using the “Genocid” word to the Putpy court need us, and also the especially, the industry have preventing us from calling a sham a spade. The Deners learned the US words have weight. The right words can lead to the action. Notze these empty phrases we have heard about the Palestinians genocide.

I’ve learned the late English in life, mainly because I am ashamed of the Swedes the well and could not rope two words together to save my life. With the time, I learned that the stories of our exile tried, even, reflecting the experience of millions of millions of other people. Somehow created magical intimias with people who were picked up vast from places he had never heard from me, but he had heard of me. They had read my stories.

I imagine that this miraculous human connection has been loved to me in love with this long foreign called Shakespeare to Stockholm’s University. Their words came from the mouth of a teacher the little boy with the larger voice i have been listening to. Ishrat lindblad, may rest in peace, they had rough hair, a dick, and a British accent. “I know, or not to be, that is,” she would recommend in class.

It turned my teacher, my proudest critic, and then my biggest fan. Always a friend. It was the reason I have become a teacher, too. She was the reason I understand that Muslims pray for their masters five times a day, after you pray for their parents. It was a good listening and didn’t talk much but when he talked to, it’s busy. Never a empty phrase. Never a spasteful word. Always from the heart.

For the longest time i asked her because God continue to repeat in the Quran that there won’t be talking in paradise. Was one of the most relieved things to read. I say, everyone can understand that the Storelife lining is shared through things like gardens, milk of milk and honey, rich pleasure.

But to declare here and above that paradise will be free from “trivial” or “rejection” chatting is curious to the best. I couldn’t imagine anyone saying, “Hey I have to work hard and be good and sacrifice everything to jump all this empty talk.” Now i can.

Remember and relate to my past as we look at the most remained shapes on the Palestinian people, I am again led to that moment I could not string two words together.

I have sometimes disgusted in my university wages where people are supposed to be things significantly but what I mainly feel about talking. I don’t recon my Sweden, the country that took in thousands of us Bosnian in time of his great economic crisis and has done well later.

An ancient head of a Swedish church of how it was flying to Sarajevo with the help, landed on a dangerous Tarmac, downloaded, and fly. Everyone has contributed. Monday war II, Raoul Meleberg has saved jews in Jews of Jews in Hungarian protein and Shalling in buildings claimed as Swedish Territory. I am a Wallenberg foundation benefit that helped me finance my PhD 20 years ago.

Now Sweden is cut help. Swedish budget of cooperation by cooperation for the “Sustainable Peace” was significantly restricted in a few years, especially for the mena region. We condemn and cut links according to the convenience. Help according to self-interest. The office insolence.

Sweden refrained about an unite nations resolution require a humanitarian stopped in Gaza. Up, in that big the college of the nations, new year’s resolutions of the mattresses, and the question is if a decisive pothole for thumbs. And so “big pith and moment’s business and pull the brake and lose the action name”, as Hamlet said.

It has been almost a year since I wrote “Schröder genocide“, And I want the world showed me in something. I write, for the words. I wrote to the Swedish government on the future of education, once, it’s peace. It wrote to friends and enemies. So much is said now. Let’s get in words. It is like every word is turned a single memes and writing something even to stop as a plant to the proverbial in the FACE ‘Apocalypse.

Now as the bomb of the bumpships that sounds, I know from our own coffee story that crimes continue underneath a Silesfire and the sore of foreign powers. If the really operate on purpose, there are others provided to men, and children, and children, eventually move from our attention of our physical displacement to continue.

Their images may slowly disappear by our food, but should not afford the convictions and calls by action to keep the words. We did not stop asking justice and respect for Palestinian rights. “

“Parole words, words of” scen to the song to study about myore master, and wouches, is anymore “to more lucky, or to take opposite?”

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