Mustafa Tamimi - RIP

I ran faster. I stopped. The youth I was so used to, the same ones who were always teasing and joking and smoking, were crying. One turned to me and groaned, “His head. His head is split into two!”

Every time the enemy strikes,
I feel the pain deep inside,
Every time a life is taken by a bullet,
I hear my soul as it cries,
Mustafa you are not alone,
You will forever be with us,
Our brother till the death,
Your soul battles on by our side.

For you she opens her heart and she cries,
You are the pride of Filasteen,
Your blood blessed her soil,
Your life was lost in her name,
Your courage reflected all that a Palestinian should be,
The soul of a martyr will be forever free,
We are all suffering your loss,
Your pain is our own,
We are all in awe of the strength which you showed.
Nabi Saleh, will forever mourn your loss,
Your strength will inspire it’s children to fight,
Your life will inspire them,
You will be their light,
The apartheid will end,
The wall will come down,
They took your life but today,
But your struggle has become the struggle of many more,
Brother, I promise that your sisters in Gaza will be freed,
I promise that your brothers in Ramallah will be safe,
They will continue to fight along the path, that you fought to pave,
We will be with them and we will be their strength,
They will show us courage like you did, right till the end.

If the enemy strikes, we will feel the pain deep inside,
If a bullet takes a life, you will hear our souls as they cry,
If a victory comes, we will speak of you as you are here with us,
Because you will be behind our strength and what we will become,

Mustafa you are not alone,
You will forever be with us,
Our brother till the death,
Your soul battles on by our side.

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inna lillah wa inna ilaihi raaji'oon.

(where have I heard his name before? it rings a bell...)

"For too long, we have been a passively tolerant society, saying to our citizens 'as long as you obey the law, we will leave you alone'" - David Cameron, UK Prime Minister. 13 May 2015.

news? and that poem is by our very own e'S!

Is it true? Is it kind? Is it necessary?