dissonance: a tuning fork humming in my chest
“Let’s do whatever we want before we die”
for Fidaa & her family
Your life interrupted
at every moment
by the absolute probability of death
raining on you in a star-spangled manner.
Your house shivers
and always holds together somehow.
Outside, 23 days insist
you stay out of sight.
Above, unmanned planes
hum and keep you…
I wrote this poem for a Gazan comrade I met two years ago. Being very new to Brooklyn College Students for Justice in Palestine, I had never heard of Operation Cast Lead or a firsthand account of war before the Fall of 2012.
Fidaa Abuassi was holding a talk at our college about her experiences as a survivor of a Gazan massacre and as a Fulbright scholar in the U.S and
something she said haunted me instantly and drove me to write a poem:
As bombs rained down on Gaza City and destroyed the world around her that winter of 2008, Fidaa and her sisters looked at each other and said “Let’s do everything we want before we die! Let’s wear our best clothing and accessories so that if the bombs fall on us, they’ll find us beneath the rubble and they will know we lived”.
But especially for Gaza now more than ever…