So, at that moment, my intuition told me that the tragedy happened again.
middle East. Beit Lahia, north of Gaza.
The blood-smeared remains were scattered among the rubble, and the black smoke of gunpowder in the background sky was thick. The realistic style of BBC News is suffocating. Those imminent close-ups and tight follow-ups show angry, crazy, pitiful, and helpless faces. God is well versed in the principles of violent aesthetics when making tragedies, and he does not shy away from those deaths and blood. Sixty-eight Palestinians and two Jews were killed in Israel's retaliatory attack on Palestine, and the numbers are growing.
Styx, on the bank of the black Styx, roared again.
The serious and restrained face of the BBC's black female broadcaster who often wears bright lipstick told me that although we are on the same planet and receive the warmth of the same sun, it is only a matter of distance from us after all. It's just about blood, about life, the beautiful land described in the Bible as "heritage and peace" is now devastated by half a century of non-stop wars. The divine history written in Hebrew had no guide, and no one could have predicted that the road to restoration of God's chosen people would be so bloody. The roaring and screaming tanks, the bright barrels, the bloody tears, such a tragic dream, the omens of the prophets left on the parchment, as if the UFO was the echo of the devil.
I am reminded of the desperate wailing of mothers and loved ones, the fierce cries of men with guns and masked soldiers whose expressions mirror the faces of Israelis - those killed in suicide bombings in supermarkets and train stations His relatives and family members, on both sides of the Jordan River, the fate of peace is like a thread, and the scenes of human tragedies are so symmetrical and sad, so similar cruel.
With the blue sky above those holy cities, there is no heaven at this time.
Reminds me of the highly controversial "Heaven Now" that I watched in college. The film tells the story of the helpless journey of a pair of Palestinians, Khanley and Thad, who grew up together. In the lens of the Israeli director, they are full of understanding and humanity between nations. In the meantime, they reflected and struggled in hatred and conscience, but no matter what choice they made, no matter whether they gave up their mission or not, they could not end the hatred and blood and tears that continued in that land. God has no time to take care of this piece of land that he once favored. Under heaven, life is ruined, and the dark atmosphere of tragedy is still pervading.
Showing the macro historical background from the subtle perspective of civilians has always been an artistic method used by movies to describe the great era or catastrophe. But such a narrative thread is difficult for both Israelis and Palestinians to accept. Israelis feel that the film glorifies suicide attackers, while Palestinians feel that Israeli oppression and aggression against them is barely depicted. A film that was originally intended to call for peace was attacked by the opposition between national dignity and national consciousness, and finally failed to win the Oscar for best foreign language film. It must be said that it is another tragedy.
The Middle East has not been a peaceful place since ancient times.
The gunshots that brought Rabin down are still echoing, Arafat's remains are not cold, and Yassin's portrait is still warmly kissed by the Hamas people wearing dark green headscarves. The leaders entered history with untold ideals and regrets.
That land has not been conquered by a single person since ancient times. Bethlehem, Gaza, and Jerusalem, the historically valuable cities, are like roses born in layers of carrion, and you can still smell the dark fragrance of the years. The Egyptians, King David, the Crusaders, those famous battles in history will always achieve some feats of the emperor, but the scenes of corpses everywhere and the exhaustion of bones will not easily disappear, and the blood has penetrated every piece of land under their feet, With the curse and hideousness of the deceased, it is said that the six angels once cried on the Wailing Wall all night, and the tears penetrated into the Wailing Wall.
The poetry of Yehuda Amihai, the most famous Jewish poet in the contemporary world, often describes the great oppression of this beautiful land under the haze of war. One of them reads:
The night falls like the sound of a bugle/Take us shrouded / its lips moved / like a prayer / facing some god / weeping
The poet's sensibility makes his sentences have a hint of helplessness and desolation abandoned by God. The people there, immersed in that terrifying atmosphere from generation to generation, mourned the dead dove of peace in silence.
I think of the Palestinian and Israeli students in our college who study together, have classes, and discuss. As if leaving that land, the descendants of King David and the Palestinians could coexist under any roof, rather than retribution.
It's just the Lord Jehovah, Allah, and countless gods who have been worshipped by the people of this land since ancient times. Have you heard the cry of your people? As long as you open your eyes, you can see that you have The land that has performed miracles countless times, "the olive branch has long since slipped", is now suffering from what heavy suffering.
It's just those eyes full of hate and madness on TV that tell me that in the darkness of no dawn, in the Middle East at this time, there is no way to heaven.
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