Sabra’s Longing to Return
Photo Blog and Text by Ali Garboussi
In Sabra, misery is never ending and suffering is eternal. Death has its own meaning. Pain has a number of synonyms. The home of resistance and immortality, unyielding, and defiant, Sabra, to me, is simply Palestine.
I walked its dark and hallow streets. Immediately, I realized that I am amongst great martyrs and eternal freedom fighters. Blood, struggle, and the scars of war tell the tale of the place.
Sabra’s daily life is a poem addressed to the sons and daughters of the forgotten Palestine. They greet you with a smile, and in their eyes you sense genuine warmth. They share with you whatever they have. Even if it’s only scraps.
Sighs have crept into the dreams of the Sabra children. They see nothing but the fight to return. The games they play are those of faraway Palestine. The trail of return is through the nozzle of a rifle.
I went in with fear and respect. I went out longing to return.
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