I left my soul....

South African student, Karishma Magan, recently visited the Occupied Palestinian Territories (OPT) and penned this incredibly powerful poem about her experiences in Hebron. Share widely!



I left my soul in the streets of Hebron.
Where settlers throw acid on children.
Children,
who protest the system just by
playing soccer at the checkpoints,
depriving the checkpoints of its
existence
and purpose.

I left my soul in the streets of Hebron
Where the IDF closes the checkpoint to the Ibrahimi mosque
at Jummah (Friday Prayer)
While settlers try to dilute the power of the Adhaan with profane words
A mosque that is divided
into two sections
But a blind man sits
and recites the Quran that
echoes through the barriers
And overpowers the profanity

I left my soul in the streets of Hebron
Where settlers throw trash onto Palestinians on al shuhada street
But 70 year old Nahid still dresses up in his suit
Every morning
Cleans up the trash
And stands outside his olive stall
Which smells like memories
of his olive farm in
Haifa

I left my soul in the streets of Hebron
In solidarity with
Palestinians who continue living in Hebron because that
is resistance
in itself

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