Column Basman Elderawi
Hello, Mr. ghost
I was in my bed, thinking. I caught a sight of something white walking toward my bed. I was numb. I covered my head and my feet. I heard a breath came closer and closer. He just uncovered my face, smile and said “Hello!”
I was shaking but he insured me that he is a gentle ghost like Casper and he wouldn’t hurt me or scare me. He just said that he is bored through the quarantine over the city of ghosts and he sneaked to have some fun. In my head I said “Maybe I am the wrong answer.” But I smiled and nodded my head. He asked me how do I feel right now?
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Since I was a little kid, my mom has taught me to respect everybody regardless of the colour, religion and the place he/she comes from but most importantly I have been taught to respect my brain and the sense of logic around.
Hello Mr. ghost, the world today is under a thumb and no one could carry an answer about what is going on and what is going to happen. Yesterday, seventy-two years ago, it was our Nakba, the expelled of my people from their own land. Many fled, many killed and I still labelled as a refugee and the occupation still occupy my life. Some might say, this is god recommendation to his chosen people to return to their promised land but I feel like my brain is holier that any holy book and it can’t stand to kill or expel under any holy concept.
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Hello Mr. ghost, I think I still can set my survival mode on. Three assaults are three lessons but I still wonder if the left scars can be healed or I need to learn to live with them. I know it’s hard to be Palestinian and comedian but I try to tightly hug my sense of humour. I still can sing an ode to my drone, my annoying lover. I still tell my friend a joke and laugh or even tell the sun a joke and laugh and imagine it laughs with me. I still rely on hope even when I feel sometimes it’s toxic. I still human even with their labels. I have a human tooth, normal sized hands and a brain made of nerve cells of thinking.
Hello Mr. ghost, one friend asked me once, why don’t you just live outside? And I have discovered that I don’t fight only because of my land but also because of my values. The ideology of occupation is the ideology of abusing by power under the name of superiority, colour or even religion and I do believe even if I were in Canada or Europe or weren’t Palestinian, I would fight for the same standards. I do believe it is the mission that every free man/woman should do.
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Hello Mr. ghost, how do I feel today? Today is brand new day. Yes, I am still occupied. I am still refugee but I learnt I have a voice that I can raise. They killed me and told here’s a terrorist but still wonder who is the terrorist, the one is asking for his/her freedom and basic right or the one that stole it and ignored the call. How do I feel today? I am fine. I get out of my bed and still can sing a song and tell a joke.
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He looked at me, smiling and I felt like his smile was so satisfied. He didn’t say a word or even wave. He just smiled and suddenly disappeared. I didn’t know if I made his day or just got bored yet I said in a loud voice, “Sorry, Mr. ghost, I forgot to ask you how do you feel today?”
