Deja Vu. Here we go again. The Israeli military struck dozens at the a UN-run schools complex where civilians were sheltering.
Displacements.
Destruction.
Fuck, man!
Black smog rising from charred and decomposing human flesh.
Shit, man!
*Blip*
Swipe away the News.
“Hey Siri, play Akua Naru on Spotify.”
🤖 Ok,Omar…Playing Barbie Girl by Aqua…🤖
“NO SIRI…I SAID AKUA NARU!!…”
🤖 Ok, Omar. No need to shout at me this way. Jesus…Here is your fucking Akua Naru…Now playing…Mourning..🤖
I hit the road on October 1st, in 2023 and since week 1 of my journey, Israeli troops have been ravaging the Gaza territory’s intestines.
Today is June 9th, I am still on the road. The hostages remain unsafe and many of them have lost their lives. The Hamas leaders have raised some ~400 Mil from Iran (while working remotely from an infinity pool in Qatar). The Likud party has funneled $12.5 billion from the US (while gaining times of war support from their disgruntled citizens).
Not bad.
Within those eight months, the total goods sold comes up to a measly 1,500 Israelis, and ~36,000 Palestinians.
2 Million Palestinians are internally displaced, many with no brick and mortar ‘Home’ to go back to. Their past no longer exists.
155,000 of them are pregnant. Their future hangs by the sliver of an eroded thread. A thread pulled apart for over seven decades and three generations.
The dead children are the ones who escaped. The ones who survive have to carry all this death into the rest of their lives. There will be some who will heal, and others who will resent.
Many will try to forget. They will repress to survive. Their bodies will remember however, and traumas will write the stories of disease. Real chronic malformation of their various organs.
Both their superior survival genes, AND the ailments that they carry, will propel themselves into the future of humanity.
When all of us are dead; and enough generations have passed; and our great grandchildren don’t recognize our names; and our ways are seen as ancient dumb shit; these future zygotes will be the whales of the new world.
These generations will intermarry, build industries, recreate life and find new ways to fuel their livelihood. The seeds we have planted, like the ones before us, will continue to be what they struggle with. The world’s phenotype will have adapted the epigenetic data of the Palestinians, the Congolese, the Sundanese, the Ukrainians, and the literally countless others displaced, and needlessly tortured souls in today’s world.
Our bones will become the soup that their souls are made of.
The world will reproduce us.
So who do we want to be today?
Press play and enjoy optional background music for the last bit 👇
We can’t escape it. We are not separate from them.
We ache in our bodies when their bodies get destroyed.
We dream it in our nightmares when they live a reality of despair.
We blow our brains on social media, while theirs blow up with shrapnel.
We get angry about it, while they are trying their mightiest to escape it.
We, on the other hand, debate it
intellectually, of course.
We hold on to our arguments
We multiply the hate in our minds.
And then go about our days.
Farewell, humans we have lost.
And hello humans we have wronged.
Because what else can we do?
Deja Vu.
Just another piece of news.
Its just the human blues.
It’s all just these Muslims and these Jews!
Boo-hoo. Big deal. Check these hipster Alladin pants though, they're a steal.
I would just play some Akua Naru..
but even HipHop ain't real enough for me.
For us.
“Hey Siri….
.. switch to something uplifting and healing but interesting and is not Spanish Medicine Music, nor Oriental, nor Techno…or has lyrics that remind me of anything substantial…but can still really take me to a higher dimension of existence…so that I can….feel…even an ever so tiny….relief…from the heaviness of this world…”
🤖 I know exactly what you need, Omar. Playing Nils Frahm….🤖
Perfect. I whistle to the dog, and tap on my thigh. “Come here Mocha!”
I put on my headsets and go for a sunny walk.
Away from my thoughts.
Away from my phone.
Away
from
humanity.
Alone.
Omar, this is a strikingly good piece, in that you captured it all - the eons of epigenetic trauma and re-creation - and how deeply it affects those who can feel.
i also commend your sudden relocation. Clearly it suits you. i get to work a community garden in the forest on tuesdays, and i would agree it's the way to go. Hands in the dirt, soaking up minerals, helping life grow...