What will happen to us?

These days, I am haunted by nightmares; and once, I had four in a single sleep. I see the occupation chasing me, to kill me or to torture me. In one dream, I was fighting it. In two dreams, I dreamed that I was killed.

What will happen to us?

Will we continue living like this until existence itself ends? And does something like our bloody existence ever end?

What is our fate, after receiving the most brutal share of suffering and oppression in this awful world?

Will my mind ever return to its normal state? Or will a colleague one day see it on the ground, outside my skull, while I lie on the ground in a place that had witnessed so many brains scattered across it?

Will the pain in my body ever disappear? Or will my body itself disappear among the stones and ashes in a forgettable massacre.

Will l ever be free, from oppression, from my pain? Or will I remain nothing more than a poem about hope, recited in my name, while I burn and feel nothing but pain?

Will l one day truly be a human being who works to save what remains of humanity, while still feeling human. Or will l remain just easy words, costing people nothing but a small piece of their souls, and most of mine, as I try to comprehend it, yet cannot?

We are left with two choices: to endure inhumanity, or to resist it, for ourselves and for others. A human cannot truly feel human unless we treat others with respect, dignity, and humanity.

We pray to God to heal our minds, so we can feel his mercy, and to drive the devil out of our hearts, and to remove the occupation from our bodies and our homes.