Destiny, mean as usual, led me to know a Palestinian girl since 2009. She was a girl who adhered to her Arab features to the point of adhering to her land.
She had the nose of a warrior and eyes that widened the borders of Palestine.
Her hair, like the hair of the horses that conquered Palestine during the reign of Omar bin Al-Khattab,
was firm, resisting the wind, and fixed on her bright, revolutionary forehead.
You have never entered Egypt unless you were at the top of the lists of those you will meet in Egypt.
She is interested in history to the point of talking about the history of the cup of coffee in your hands.
I never tired of visiting ancient Egypt, nor did I tire for a moment of its abundance of information and the accuracy of linking the information to the Palestinian issue.
She has a frown that does not smile except in two cases, when I jokingly say to her,
“If it were not for your constant revolt, I would ask you to marry me.” She smiles and says: “Then you will never marry me.
” The second case is when she talks about the heroics of steadfastness.
After this, her features were crying without tears all the time.
She looked at her phone for 17 days, but it was under bombardment, and suddenly the green light turned on in “WhatsApp.
” I felt that Jerusalem had returned to us from the premonition of my joy that it was still alive in the revolution..
I thought about how to start my conversation with her,
as all expressions are blocked by borders and there is no way to convey them, so I decided to write to her, “How are you?”
She replied like a guided missile, “How are you?”
I also said: I just want to check on you
She also replied: I am a legitimate martyr and bid farewell to martyrs
A Palestinian rebel
So what should I say? Do I say: Do you need anything? I am helpless, I am dead!! Can I help you? How do I say what I can’t do?!
So I decided to tell her: There is nothing I can do but pray and to deliver a message from you to those around me and only me
She replied: I know, and I do not want anything from the whole world except for you to tell whomever you can tell that there are 35 souls every day that ascend to God and know you by name…and that there are 20 children who ascend to heaven every night and will tell God about your shortcomings in their rights.
I was silent.. and I did not see the phone. Then the silence returned, letters appearing between the threads of tears, and I only saw them
If circumstances allow you to visit my grave after the liberation of Palestine, tell me about me………….
This is a special advice for you and not for publication.
Rest assured, I am safe. Either victory or martyrdom,
both of which are the pinnacle of safety and faith.
She left and took with her a certificate of my unmanhood,
documented the shame of my helplessness,and uprooted my heart and placed it here under the rubble