To my friends: Children of Palestine

December 20, 2012, 12:29 PM

 

To my friends, children of Palestine

 
   There are times in the lives of humans that hold some significant destiny, going along with their lives and leaving its prints on their giving with the testimony of history that carries the story of the humans and the place.

 It also leaves its prints on the important characteristics in the concepts of giving, the land and the inherited culture, that had been acquired since the times of the old artistic knowledge, where the artist mirrors his time and its events, and it shows in his artworks if the events that he lived through his time were filled with devastation and racial hatred.

My generation was associated with the tragedy of Palestine since our early childhood, and I keep remembering it whenever I try to write some letters from my memory that had stored hundreds of images... Volunteers of the rescue war passing through our neighborhood in the south, when I was a kid.... The orange groves in Jaffa and Gaza ... The green space and the pigeons that used to float over it when I was a student in elementary school ... Then the peasant women from Jericho with their unique village dresses ... And my eyes pass by the refugee camps in the outskirts of Damascus, by their homes that are made of tin and mud, where in the middle of them, stands a minaret, with the punishment crescent on top, symbolizing the awaiting of the return. I pass by the large number of young men and women of Palestine, with the noble culture, that they hold with them while staying in the Arab countries, waiting to return home, to Haifa, Jaffa, Acre, and the cultivated villages of good intention and crops, in the valleys of Palestine, and Sa’ad Allah Wannous from the villages of northern Syria, says after al these generations (Israel has stolen my life time).

If word and image are two important weapons to express the humans and their concerns, then they are a mirror reflecting the human with the time and place he lived, through an artist living that time, carrying all the ambitions, anguish and hope.

 

The giving of an artist (that is expressed through the image) is decided by a unique person looking for the (image) and its credibility and rightfulness throughout his life, and then he represents the others’ tongue, a member of all paints a world that of what is living hidden in the hearts of others.
The artist is to look inside for the insisting and necessary image, because the image is the conscience that was lived by creative person to the most, in his time. Thus, the image that he creates will be a humanitarian one in front of for viewer, no matter where they come from, and thought, the image and the viewer are both associated with specific time and place, and though the image is a testimony for the present and the future, the image comes from the darkness of reality (and the brutality of the other) ... the image always represents a hope for the future.

You, the children of Palestine, are our witnesses, and whatever we produce is linked to giving you hope, for you are the word and conscience in this time, and the word must be unique and may carry cactus flowers and olive branches on the landscapes of Palestine, hundreds times more than what the images can hold, as olives and cactus are both a representation of identity and hope, and as Sa’ad Allah Wannous said (we were sentenced with hope).

 

And you are the proof of this hope in (this safe land), history is not being counted by years and generations, but that that is lived by the (other) is only a drop in sea of lives and time.
There are mothers who will give birth to children opening their eyes on the cactus flowers and the olive branches, carrying (the cause) and the concern of Palestine with its valleys and hills and they are a thousand of new (Salahu Al Din).

Marwan March 2010