Resist

Our Remnants by Anas Salameh.

Resist in the face of oppression and tyranny.

For the free souls, resist! Against occupation and corruption, from Palestine to Syria, passing by the Gulf Peninsula. There are free souls everywhere but they are rare.

Resist for the unheard voices and unprivileged, for them only. Resist for a Syrian refugee mother who sets herself on fire in front of a UN headquarter because she can’t provide food for her children. For the millions like her, torn between life and death.

Who is to blame? Resist for a quarter of a population that is displaced- Children dying here and there, not even making the headlines. No food, no joy- Nothing but grief in their eyes.

Resist even when victory seems so far away, like a tomorrow that never came. Resist in a time when fascism is on the rise and dictators recapture their chairs. Oh Egypt, what a despair. The old and young sacrificing their lives; dark times but the people shall rise. Resist for their revolutionary souls in a time where revolution is the teacher of all. In a time where there is no choice but to revolt. Revolt for the injustice that is ruling the world.

Resist against neutrality, indifference, and emotional apolitical nostalgia. Resist those. They don’t bring any good. History repeats itself but every generation adds a little twist. And here we are playing along the lines, writing a new page. One step forward and many more back- Oh yes, but still..

Resist! Resist for ‘the Arab spring’ is no longer a spring, revolutionary romance gone weary, exhausting its spirit. Dead everywhere. Fatigue and deceit. What to do? And how to become politically ‘savy’ when deprived from any political practice, a space to exist politically. How does one overcome a dictator in a malnourished nation, clouded in talk of conspiracy? Implicitly. Imperialism being misused and misunderstood, tweaked to serve ironically its very interests. Oh what have we come to? Perhaps we never learn. Perhaps we need time or we need to try. No solution, they say, look at all these divisions! We are drowning in a sea of lies and hypocrisy- Betrayal by friends and enemies. Ideologies, ethnicity, religions, and borders. Resist those as well. Resist, they say, for if you fight you might lose but if you don’t you’ve lost already. Ah how much we have lost?

So much loss ingrained in our memories. Yet we stand here and there; fragmented but strong. Resist the resistance to change, and the belief that nothing can change. For the trouble is that we have yet to grasp that we can change. Still, resist for the few, the strong and the brave, the lunatics who dream of better days.

 

-Yara Tlass is a Syrian MBA graduate working on grassroots initiatives for Syria

-Photo: Our Remnants by Anas Salameh

Comments

  1. Sumud

    It sure takes alot of guts & sheer bravery
    to arrest children for throwing rocks at occupying soldiers hiding inside of tanks
    then to haul them away to a jail to be traumatized by sheer ‘legal’ terrorism
    until shaking in fear.bleeding, white with pain they sign confessions in a language they do not understand

    My my what tremendous courage it must take to point a tank’s barrel at a kid
    who is on the way to school who dared to stop to throw a stone at the big ugly beast
    What backbone & pluck one must possess to be armed to the teeth harassing women, children & unarmed men in their own country at a checkpoint deciding who can pass who cannot…& when

    What kind of gallantry does one need to bomb schools & hospitals
    using state of the art weaponry to destroy homes, farms & orchards
    as brave cowards slaughter civilians en-caged in an open air prison for voting the wrong way in a free election but voting for a democracy your captors disapprove of
    what absurd chutzpah this is to call this crime against humanity; self-defense or justified

    A dozen jeeps screech to a stop outside a home in the occupied ‘terror’tories
    fully armed soldiers race out shouting then break down the door of a families home at 3 am
    to photograph 13 year olds for future reference while mom & dad are forced to freeze by a gun shoved in the face outside in the chill of the night
    after the raid to salute such daring gallantry with smiles and salutes which took such pluck & grit

    But the truly brave the honestly courageous are those who don’t blink when faced with such overwhelming force
    real heroes are those who endure with unconquerable sumud day after day, year after year
    they stay with unpassable defiance and refuse to cede or yield
    as the Palestinian gets jeered harassed & marginalized by the court fed by zionist policies he smiles with a grace incomprehensible

    West Bank Palestinians resist under the yolk of foreign military occupation as they survive by endurance
    under the wire mesh overhang of the markets from the trash tossed from above
    to the Palestinian who stands up to the racism, abuse & mistreatment with a smile of fortitude & the calmness of valor

    i walked with your children on public dirt roads while red-eyed demonic pious immigrants waved guns screaming rabid hatred
    i was atop a teachers house in Hebron who showed us where the occupation soldier pissed in her water-tank during the 2nd intifada
    i broke bread with a family whose lineage goes backs thousands of years and have a stone at the entrance to their farm with the word’s; ‘we refuse to be your enemy’

    i was born in a land called canada
    my ancestor blood flows Lakota blackfoot
    i eschew nationalism, patriotism and others vices of bigotry, elitism, xenophobia & exclusiveness
    but i shout with idealism & with solidarity i am Palestinian
    i accept that all bloods flow red and one…

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