Column Basman Elderawi
Sorry, Corona!
Will I end up dead with this invisible creature?
Sorry, Corona! I don’t mean to underestimate you. It’s just my stupid ego or maybe just a crazy feeling that I played with so much death demons to die like that.
Two days ago, I was laughing when I realize how a siege can be blessing. For a guy who hasn’t had much choices over the most of his life I hope I can be able to choose how to die yet I also feel now I can die like a global citizen with you, Corona. Do I really want this? I don’t know but this is a feeling that life doesn’t give me. I never feel like I live as a global citizen and now I might die with such a privilege. Should I laugh or cry about it? I don’t know I choose to laugh, to keep the funny way.
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Sorry, Corona! Yesterday I was about to die in an explosion, did I tell you about it? Today I was about to die in a car accident did I tell about that? Yet you’re a scarier nightmare but would you be the worst nightmare among all my nightmares, among all the non-funny jokes? I don’t know, all I know I still want to die peacefully at my sleeping. I still want to live, to have choices for the rest of my life even with the frustration I live with. Is it me or my survival instinct? I still want not to be scared. I still want to go outside. I still pray for peace and health even though I haven’t seen them much in my life here in Gaza.
Sorry, Corona! I don’t want you to be a lesson in life. A lesson about how to appreciate my life. A lesson to count my blessings. I know you can teach and you sort of did such a mission and you are not the only one but I am tired of lessons taught by death or painful experiences. Can’t I learn a lesson by a smile face, a laugh, should it always be a scary face just like you? People say “what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger”. It did make me stronger but it left a scar inside and sorry again, Corona, I hope soon it’s the time to say goodbye.
