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Iftar-e Insaniyat: The First Supper

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“Throughout Palestine, victory was understood not necessarily as a decisive military triumph, but as a forceful demonstration of qualities like sumud (steadfastness), fidaa (sacrifice/ redemption), and ebaa (stubbornness in the face of power) during a prolonged trial. This attitude has, of course, been a feature of anti-colonial struggles throughout history, from Vietnam to Algeria to South Africa, but it was especially pronounced in Gaza, where 1.8 million ghettoized refugees were taking heavy losses against a nuclearized army equipped and financed by the superpowers of the West. I witnessed the clearest distillation of this defiance in Beit Hanoun, the decimated northern border city. There, during the mid-August ceasefire, I met a family gathered above the ruins of their home, a four-story structure that had been transformed into a massive crater by a direct hit from an Israeli fragmentation bomb. On a flat slab of concrete that sat above the gargantuan sinkhole, grafiti read "3 to 0," portraying the Palestinian armed factions as the victors of the last three military conflicts in Gaza.”

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Book:The 51 Day War: Ruin and Resistance in Gaza
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“Temperance took Baba's wok away. I had cradled it so many times when I was lonely or needed my father. It allowed me to be fooled into thinking I wasn't alone; otherwise, I was like any other impoverished orphan in Lupong. It was my father's legacy. No, I was his legacy. Baba would have wanted my team to advance to the feast. He always insisted that I needed nothing but my memories of him to keep his spirit alive.”

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Book:Celestial Banquet
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“Never did a book reveal such truths, Why seek a name? It matters not; The boundless found a shape and form In sacrifice's sacred knot. Oh see, what is possession's worth If it knows not to offer its all? Things pass away. Aid them in passing, Lest life from a hidden crack should fall. Forever, be the giver, not the taker. The mule, the cow—all press their way To where the king’s image, like a child, Is sated, smiles, and softly lays. His temple breathes unceasing calm, He takes and takes, yet grants reprieve, So gentle even, the princess's hand Holds the papyrus bloom, but does not cleave. Here, sacrifice’s paths are cut, The Sunday rises, ungrasped by weeks. Man and beast drag gains aside, Unseen by gods, as profit speaks. Though hard, commerce bends to will, Earth cheapened, tamed by practiced skill, But one who pays the ultimate price, Surrenders all—they too are sacrificed.”

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Author:Rainer Maria Rilke
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