You may think this is fiction, but it’s not. You may wish this were fiction, but you know better….especially if you have any sense of what the Middle East and Arab World has been, is as we speak and seems adamant on remaining – on the same course of hopelessness and injustice – for years to come.
In between writing the fictional stories for my upcoming project, I’ve gladly taken the time to write-up this non-fictional account: “Gaza: I saw the tunnel, he saw the darkness at the end of it.” Just published by Descrier, it is truly one of those stories I never thought I’d hear live and told to me by someone in the first person. It is one of those stories that tell of a journey, but which mean much more than the journey itself. It is one of those stories that says more when you read in between the lines than when you read the lines themselves. It is one of those stories that you can read a lot into, depending on where you stand on some political issues and what you may believe in, but cannot deny that at the end of the day, it’s about pure and simple humanity and human rights, justice (or the lack of), and more importantly, the responsibility to demand change in the present in order to expect a better future…if only to hope for some light at the “end of the tunnel.” Of course this metaphor – the light at the end of the tunnel – takes a whole new meaning with this account. But you won’t understand that until you read it…
“Gaza: I saw the tunnel, he saw the darkness at the end of it.”
Eye on the East 