Under Daily Aerial Bombardment with inhuman criminality perpetrated only by the most barbaric war creeds that humanity has ever beheld, Their elderly are Killed, their Women Massacred, Their Young Men are murdered and their children, if survived, are Orphaned … Yet Gaza Lives.
Under Lock Down by the Dastardly Criminal Zionist Jew, the World is siding with their gladiators, and their own Brothers are barring their pathways-out of their open prison, and the rest of their Arab Brothers are busy in obscene indulgence in gambling casinos, or sipping whisky with prostitutes in Thailand Brothels. When they have time left, they squander their wealth on building one-mile-high sky scrapers, or on buying fighter jets that, even if they learn how to fly them, they can’t use for any purpose except against their own people.
As if those were not enough calamities to reckon with, Palestinian younger generations of boys and girls are also suffering from massive war psycho-traumas which are affecting their ability to react correctly to the gruesome aftermath of the hellish environment in which they haplessly find themselves existing; sort of.
Beneath all this, lies a paradox that gives credence to the spirit of hope which manifests in their daily life despite the inhumane circumstances and the juggernaut challenges … When the spirit defies all specters of gloom, hope takes an artistic specter …... It does that sometimes in ways which defy reason.
The photograph illustrates a vivid example that, in the simple and mundane act of baking bread for basic life sustenance, an art emerges … in baking the bread and in the ways in which it is delivered to the market. … An art that is neither classic nor folkloric, but and art, it still is, nevertheless.
The skies of Gaza that moan when the Jew-Drones buzz overhead to drop balls of hellfire stand still and take off their clouds of hats in respect, salutation and admiration. Chapeau Gazans, and …