Ahmed Sarsour
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I’m a Palestinian poet and survivor of two wars—Sudan and now Gaza. I lost everything and began writing poetry as a way to survive, heal, and speak truth. https://linktr.ee/ahmedsarsour
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Thank you to all who showed support for me on Noah's stream on Saturday - if you missed it, the VOD has been uploaded www.youtube.com/watch?v=zf9j... and the donation link is still live chuffed.org/project/1440...

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streaming with Ahmed from Gaza
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Both parts of

“Three Days!” By Ahmed Sarsour

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“Three Days!” Part 1

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“New Year!” Part 2 By Ahmed Sarsour

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But can't understand how they can be celebrating with this ongoing Genocide. We, too, deserve to celebrate. I sincerely hope they never experience the kind of celebration we are forced to endure here.
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Witnessing others celebrating New Year's and other holidays while we continue to endure this ongoing holocaust filled me with anger. Yet, I now understand the source of their joy: they are safe with their families and loved ones.
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But these precious memories were tragically disrupted by war, the very reason we
were forced to leave our hometown within the Gaza Strip 2 decades ago. We sought a life of dignity, a decent existence beyond the confines of occupation, restrictions, and this concentration camp.
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This poem was inspired by a lifelong aversion to celebration. I always felt something was missing. However, upon returning to Gaza and being surrounded by my family, I finally understood the beauty of celebrating with loved ones. It was filled with love, joy, and happy memories.
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Part 1 of “New Year!" By Ahmed Sarsour.
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They shared the same birthday and now they shared the same fate. Hopefully they will be celebrating their birthday together in heavens. (3/3)
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In memory of Khalid Nabhan, the grandfather of Reem, who was unalived in an I$raeli air$trike. He was seen holding her body, saying "rooh alrooh," meaning "soul of the soul." Months later, yesterday, he was reunited with her in Jannah, also in an I$raeli air$tike in Alnesirat camp. (2/3)
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"Soul of the soul!" By Ahmed Sarsour.
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In a moment of time, You were safe and sound.
In a blink of an eye, he said goodbye.
Six feet in the ground, away from his arms. He tries to be strong, but he cries.
You are in his heart, In the corner of his eyes.
Wherever he goes, he sees your smile, Up there in the skies.
Grandpa Khalid, kept mentioning your name, In his prayers, in his dreams, With everyone he
meets.
You would hear him say, from miles away:
"Reem, the soul of my soul,
A piece of my heart they stole. "
They knew she was my soul,
Yet they took her away.
Our souls are bound forever,
That's why I can't stay.
She won't be forgotten,
her story will thrive.
No one can steal the memories,
the way she made me feel alive
As bright, as her memory's light,
A beacon in my heart,
With the tears I hide,
The prayers that guide me to her side.
Reem has been waiting at heaven's door,
His prayers and kind words were reaching her evermore.
She told the angels, "He'll arrive soon,
He misses me so much, as big as the moon!".
And then grandpa Khalid died.
Killed by an air strike, and there he arrived.
Their souls reunited, their voices together intertwined, And they sang:

"Put your little hands in mine,
Come join together at the end of the line,
in a heavenly embrace,
You can see his face.
He finally smiles,
For the God he prays,
Has answered his prayers."
For Reem was in his dreams,
And now his body happily screams:
"Happy birthday for you and me,
The soul of my soul,
The light they never stole,
You were with me all along,
With you I'm whole."
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In between palm trees and olive trees, passed by their leaves with the breeze,
I found my way into one of the windows I climbed ages ago.
I remember how my mother was racing every time to catch me before I fall.

Now, I see her face filled with tears, her breath is racing, sitting next to the empty bed, holding
the pillow of my dreams.

Her prayers of mercy upon my soul, wondering if I'm ever finding my way back!

I can hear her blaming herself for letting me go!
How do I undo this?! she asks.
How can i rewrite this story so I can have all of my children around me?!
What paths led us to escape one awful destiny to fall into a darker one?!
How can i fix this?!
As she inhales loss in between cries, I got sucked by the air leading me to her lungs into the
blood to her heart.
As my feet step into it, I can feel the warmth of her breath.
The familiar smell of home I always wondered where it came from!!
I can feel her batting on her chest as if she can feel me close to her.
As I embrace the rhythm of her heartbeat, I fight to open my eyes. Hearing the sound of my
beating heart alarming me of my anxiety attack.
As that story came to an end, I woke up to the sounds of demons creating new nightmares for
us to endure.
The sky was raining hell-fire on those who were seeking refuge in what is a so called safe zone!
The smell of burning flesh, the screams of tortured souls, rising with the smoke to the sky
banging on the heaven doors to take them before they suffocate from the injustice of this world!
Among the shouts, the cries and the rubbles, there was I and those who were left on the ground
wishing for these nightmares to end!
So I'm asking you, are you going to take a stand?
Because, if you were thinking of erasing yourself today, would you take us with you? Please,
you can't leave us behind!
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“Don’t leave us behind” by Ahmed Sarsour I took an eraser and erased myself today.
I liked the idea of me vanishing into thin air, away from all of the suffering we have endured!

As I'm being carried away by the wind along with the leaves of olive trees, I couldn't help but
think of my people!

As I traveled from the river to the sea, watching all over the children who cry for their parts to fit
Back!
The backpacks are filled with red roses drawing a path for me to follow!

The ashes and smoke who traveled side by side with me to warn the people to run away.

How the little pieces of metal flew right into me reaching them before I do!

I shook my mind out of it frightened of the thought of them reaching the home I left behind.

I found myself rushing with the southern wind to get away as fast as I could!
I felt helpless, I wanted to leave all of this fear and injustice behind me.

On the edge of city borders I got stopped by a wall made out of shouts and screams. The
screaming voices echoing inside of my soul advising me to go back!
I hear them saying: "This destination is out of your reach, You don't have enough on you to pass."

Like the 35 thousand souls who are standing by my side aren't enough!
They asked for the 10 thousands coins I gave along the way to the people who needed them
more than I!

It's funny that a year ago I was on the other side of that wall, fleeing a similar fate!

As the northern wind was blowing, I was advised to retreat!
Catching my ride before I get stuck for eternity in this limbo between hell and paradise!

The northern wind was ready to flee, she shook my hand asking me to join her! I put my hands
into hers flying and soaring above all of the land that once was ours!

As I got carried away by her I stumbled upon the rubble of my sister's house, I looked all over
their things which were buried deep down in the ground.

I found a rose that has grown from the rubble, reddish, taull with her face facing the sun wishing
for me a happy retu…
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Poem by Ahmed Sarsour. “Staying Silent?!?!?” Yes, you stayed silent too!
I heard the echo of it in the bombs they dropped on a child of two!
Indeed, you said you didn't want to be a part of this, but they heard your silence and tore apart homes too!
You can walk and see limbs and bodies all over the streets.
Please look away as they continue to ethnically cleanse these scenes.
They take some to their skin bank others to bury in dust, rubble, and sand!
You know by heart that Gaza is free,
but you chose to believe what they've recited over the years.
How unjustly they've been treated, the Holocaust they survived.
They have every right to defend themselves from apartheid!
But as they do, they reflect it on us. How can you be so blind?
Are you going to stay silent too?
As they kill more people far away from you?
You said you will fight for all human rights but it seems you do not care about my people's rights.
So if you may, just turn your eyes away,
I know you have paid for this genocide to be on play.
We don't need your help, We don't need your slogans.
We will fight ourselves, spread the horrors unspoken.
So keep on staying silent, keep on paying them taxes, We won't surrender until we are done, So run, run, run.
They are coming for your contradictions and your gun.
You will witness it with your eyes, they will pay the price!
Once they are done, you will all be left with none!
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Title: Day 196
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It's day 196
I'm shutting down.
I don't feel the urge to eat anymore!
Nor to breath!
I go to sleep wishing for the next strike to be mine.
The suspense they say!
Well, I can't take it anymore!
My heart is tired.
And I'm exhausting of making scenarios that would never come true!
They are watching us from above.
As you are watching from behind your screen.
They lie to you and you believe them, yet we are telling the truth on a daily basis and you deny
it!
How awful is this?
I don't bother finding an answer anymore.
Because the answer lies within the sounds that disturbe our sleep every night!
It's ok, go back to your favorite TV show.
Listen to the newest album of your favorite artist!
We are still here.
Still standing.
And it's either us or them...
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Ahmed Sarsour
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Excerpt front the poem “Faces of supremacy” by Ahmed Sarsour. “Tables are turning.
Nations are learning.
Fires within souls burning.
Students from all over the world,
fighting, praising the Lord
for the freedom of speech
they try suppressing.”
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This poem is inspired by something my friend Batool wrote. When I read her words, I couldn't
help but reflect on the memories I have of our life in Sudan—how we never experienced such
cold weather there. At the same time, I’ve been sick for several days due to the weather here in
Gaza. As I read Batool’s poem, these lines began to form in my mind, almost as a reply to her.
Today marks the 507th day since the war began, and while many people may think the situation
has changed, it has not. Prices remain high, there is still no electricity, and we are living with the
scarcity of cooking gas, which we’re only allowed to purchase in limited quantities each month.
It's not enough to even heat water for food or to keep warm.
So, this poem is the result of the tangled emotions I felt while reading her words. Here are the
lines that came to me.
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**507th Day**
I woke up this morning
In my grandma’s room,
The room that’s never been finished,
As we had to travel away,
So all of its walls are still grey.
I woke up feeling cold and sick,
We’re not used to this weather anyway,
As we were so, so far away
From the land of our ancestors,
The land we call home today.
I woke up reminiscing today,
On the life we’ve left behind
In my beloved home, in Sudan,
So far from where we are today.
I cried and cried,
Wishing the pain would go away—
The stomachache of my anxieties,
The fever that keeps crawling my way.
It’s the 507th day,
I prayed for mercy to come and stay.
We’re growing tired of hunger, frost,
And despair that continues to play,
Almost every day.

Waiting for the sun’s ray,
To give us warmth's entree,
To disperse the cold away.
We are hopeful today.

-by Ahmed Sarsour
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In memory of Ahmed Alnajar, the 18 months old baby boy who was killed in an Isailie airstrike
that left his body with no head. Then on camera, there was his dad screaming, holding only his
body without a head!
*****
If you did see it, you can't have it unseen!
Palestinian children's lives don't matter.
The baby had a diaper on but no head! Let that sink in as you watch from behind your screen!
How many times did you watch us getting burned? Watch us scream! Have you heard our
shouts? Have you cared enough to scream?
T o scream No!
to all of those who suppress us, T o those who kept us in between! Stuck on city borders,
waiting, using hashtags, getting on your daily stream!
They tormented us, tortured us,
and as they stated, unalived 35 thousand of us, that fascist regime!
The baby was pulled out of a sea of burning tents, a diaper on, No head, his dad screams!
Did you see the names on your screen? The numbers, The cries, Did it reach your media
stream?
Their motto was not again, but it's a holocaust like nothing we have ever seen! They burnt
everything in their way, even our ability to dream!
So, have you seen the desperate attempts at getting your attention? The GoFundMe
campaigns? The begging, how they crushed our self-esteem?!
Maybe it caught your attention when Lizzo finally made a statement with her celebrity supreme.
No?!
Then definitely when Haley Bailey cried, your precious queen! I saw the comments, That was
extreme!
But, have you looked us up after that? Have you donated? Given us some of that green?
Have you lifted a finger and reposted?
Or maybe you liked keeping your hands clean?
Did you possibly consider reading our stories, trying to comprehend the message in between?
No,
I know exactly what you did!You preferred taking yourself out of the scene!"
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From the poem “second winter” by Ahmed Sarsour

They left us without making a sound,
Not even a heartbeat.
We stood speechless, in shock.
And you?
You denied it.
You sent us brochures on how to survive the cold,
Like it would cure us and bring back the departed souls.
"Drink your hot beverages,
Strengthen the walls of your tent with blankets and cupboards,
Lie next to each other,
Keep your bodies warm,
Follow these tips, and you'll survive the storm."
But how could they?
How could we?
On an empty stomach? Like the empty promises of a deal you kept promoting for weeks?
Months?
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Excerpt from “Poem: 19 Successful Trail!” By Ahmed Sarsour “Have we tried chemicals yet?
Phosphorous bombs?
Are their limbs deteriorating even if they survive?
Shut down the bakeries.
Loot the flour.
Destroy the schools.
Bomb the hospitals.
Markets.
Streets.
Everywhere.
Anywhere.Kill them all.
Even the kids —
especially the kids.
So they never grow up
to remember,
to fight,
to avenge us
for killing their parents,
their loved ones,
their dreams.”
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Use your voice, follow, share, speak up, attend protests, write to your local politicians, join the BDS movement, if you have spare change, every cent matters. Staying silent now is not the time. The UN has declared famine in Gaza. Here is where you can help Ahmed linktr.ee/ahmedsarsour
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History is watching. So are the survivors. Your voice can say: I didn’t stay silent. I chose to care, even when it hurt. Every Palestinian needs that from us now. "At least 76 Palestinians have been killed and 298 injured in Gaza over the past 24 hours, with 10 more dying of famine"
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Gaza doesn’t get to forget. Neither should we.
You don’t need to send money to make an impact. Bearing witness is a political act. Sharing the truth is resistance. Every post, conversation, protest, and refusal to be silent matters.
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and the people of Palestine have been starved, silenced, and caged long before the world dared to call it a "conflict." This is structural erasure. Compassion fatigue is real. But it’s also a symptom of privilege. If you're exhausted watching, imagine surviving it. Now is not the time to turn away.
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But staying silent is complicity. What’s unfolding in Gaza is not a war. It’s annihilation—systemic, deliberate, and has been ongoing for the past 80 years. Genocides don’t begin with bombs. They begin with dehumanization cont.