Living in a country in active war is a sort of surreal experience, as many people in this violent world have already explained. The realities one has to cope with become almost mundane. Almost. When certain things aren’t available or become rationed, you just deal with it. When you can, you stock up on what you can. Deciding what to cook and how to cook it becomes a lot easier. You can’t make anything that requires a lot of standing over the stove, just in case. So we’re eating a lot of baked chicken, rice, and either salad or boiled vegetables, and we’re glad to have it.

Sometimes there are eggs, sometimes not. Sometimes there is goat milk, sometimes not. Here in Haifa/the north, things are relatively calm, but we don’t know how long that will last. Many families from the center and south are coming here. You give what you can to make that easier.

My family has offered to host us to ride out the war. I appreciate this a lot, but I would rather stay unless or until we can’t. We made it through the last one, and honestly, this is home. Even if we have to run to the U.S. for awhile, we’d be back as soon as we could.

My worry is that this would escalate to a WW3 situation, and there might be nowhere to come back to. Some are already in that situation. They’ve lost their homes or lost the sense of refuge their homes used to seem to be, and there is no going back.

The worst feeling in all this is the helplessness. Politicians make decisions and we, the people, both Israelis and Palestinians, have to bleed for them. I wish we could all stop doing that. I wish we could all just decide to get along, not kill each other no matter what, and let the politicians do whatever bleeding they felt necessary for their principles. That’s not the planet we live on though. So here we are.

Looking at the reality of the situation reminds me of old Kongo mixtures of legend and reports of entire tribes whose whole purpose of existence was to raid and kill until someone killed them. They didn’t grow anything or settle anywhere, but had some other groups enslaved to serve and supply them. This is how I see Hamas’s relationship to the Palestinian people. They’re essentially hostages made to host a death cult. Sure the death cult makes themselves seem attractive to the people they’re enslaving, but that doesn’t change what they are.

These are not decolonizers. They have no interest in that whatsoever, and do not care if every Palestinian dies. They are not trying to save or preserve anyone’s life, and definitely not concerned at all with getting anyone’s land back. They just want to kill as many Israelis as possible, and I wish the world could see that. Their supporters in western countries romanticize them as freedom fighters, but if you look at how they run things, they’re obviously not interested in anyone’s freedom.

I’m just one of the peasants here, but it looks to me like the reason this was a surprise, and the reason the way they went about things this time around is shocking to some is because they haven’t been paying attention. The when exactly surprised me. The what did not.

A group who has been taking notes from Da’ash, Al Qaeda, and others, was bound to take on some of the ideology as well. The world needs to understand that, at this point, we are not looking at something different. We never really were, but now the truth has been painted in the blood of babies.


My pronouns are whatever you're comfortable with as long as you speak to me with respect. I'm an Afruikan and Iswa refugee living in Canaan. That's African American expat in Israel in Normalian. I build websites, make art, and assist people in exercising their spirituality. I'm also the king of an ile, Baalat Teva, a group of African spirituality adherents here. Feel free to contact me if you are in need of my services or just want to chat.

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