Qana

To those people that make the earth their bed and the sky their sheets...

This is how Hassan Nasrallah addressed yesterday the people of Lebanon. The displaced people of Lebanon. And he said:

Those people that make the earth their bed and the sky their sheets and still live their heads high and with dignity.

We all mourne as I write these lines.

55 civilians so far: 35 children taken out of the ruines of Qana.

The sky and the earth have collided. There is no room for us in between anymore.

35 children... Hiding...
The enemy of noone.
They did not even get the time to know about enemies, about war.


In 1996, they were 112 civilians that fell under Israeli bombs in this same village.

The same village where Christ turned water into wine.

Wine turned into water again today.

we all blead.
there are no words to be said.
this is not a day to grieve.
This is a day to go to sleep.

Nights and days have collided.
Heaven and earth.
We do not know where to go.
The small things have died this time.

Hizbollah was the enemy of all.
i today praise their arms. their weapons, their brave hearts that fight without planes, without tanks, without an army nor a government...
we are all hizbollah today. we are all hiznollah today. For god has died again.. and again.

Blessed brave heart and the world still only sees their beards.

Nasrallah said yesterday after having kissed his soldiers' feet:
As for the West and the world, i thank those of you who stood with us.
but to all of you, those who did and who did not
we want to say it's alright... this is our land and this is our fight; we will die here for this is where we belong.

For those of you who are still reading these lines... stop. please.
This is the end of our tragedy.
We'll go to our own death singing .
Let the earth catch fire and the sky fall down in flames.
Armageddon has come. This is a world for the unjust; let us carry our deads in peace and sing our loss in silence.

stop watching. for this is not your tragedy.
Let this earth become a forgotten name in your thesaurus, let it be a breeze, a smell that brings a forgotten memory...
Let us be unknown heroes.

We were proud to live here
we are proud to die here
for this is the lost paradise we belong to.