By Esra Elönü
I have said that man is the summation of what he does not understand. If you are a soulless suitcase with only bones and flesh, you will not understand. If you don’t have the will to cook from rawness, you cannot question the intolerance of people with a heart and conscience.
Throughout my life, I have not taken seriously those beings who feed on their own saliva, who churn themselves up and spray themselves on the public. The glorious indifference that the lack of free time to waste on the bad ones has given me, let alone that sweet lodos; it has added a great calmness, a clear time. May God bless it.
The happiness of the day laborer diving into the spider’s web with his brush is greater than my fatigue. The scorching loneliness of these days, when we skim the hems of the song “Would you hear me if I called out to you from the Ashiyan roads” and plunge into heavy metal streams, is equal to the loneliness of the truth. Even if ignorance is a gang traveling in droves, it cannot dent the loneliness of truth. I said let’s accept it.
Boycott by forgetting those who forget Gaza!
Forgetting Gaza does not stop the fire that burns the oppressed, forgetting is the ammunition of the oppressor.
Israel lost, and I say this by looking at the dreams of Zionists in the iron dome, and I say this by looking at the devil’s spawn of the devil, who say, but we should have been neutral, and I say this by looking at the arrogance of the arrogant, and the manliness of the manly, who ask Hamas, “What do you trust in Hamas?
Israel has lost,
Yahya Sinwar, who shouted to us with his honorable spirit, “Dying is also resistance, Allah Azza wa Jalla, won.
Remember the prisoner exchanges.
Do you see the Israeli things vomiting comfort almost as soon as they leave the hotel, saluting their relatives with their ears to their ears?
Who are the murderers, who are the murderers, who are the rapists…
Just yesterday, despite the ceasefire, we said that expecting mercy from the evil spirits who re-enter the houses they destroyed and hang children’s toys to send the message “We are still dogs” is like looking for a child lock in a bomb.
You haven’t forgotten that mother, the flag of honor, who consoled her son by saying, “Go on, my son, God’s Range is wide,” have you?
The dignity of those mothers on their way back
This is the prostration of victory.
Such eagerness to return to the land they did not sell
He turned the Iron Dome into a dog’s bowl.
Israel lost,
50,000 martyrs are waiting for Yahyas, Haniyyas, Omar, Hajers who live to be martyrs but do not surrender the spirit of resistance.
The Gaza of Heaven,
He defeated the Israel of hell.
Source: https://www.star.com.tr/yazar/gazzenin-gazasidir-yazi-1946757/
