Refaat Alareer, poeta e professor palestino. Ele e a família morreram ontem, durante bombardeio em Gaza.
"Se eu devo morrer, você deve viver, para contar minha história, para vender minhas coisas, para comprar um pedaço de tecido e algumas cordas (faça-a branca, com uma longa cauda). Para que uma criança, em algum lugar de Gaza, enquanto estiver olhando o paraíso, esperando pelo pai, deixado em um incêndio — e não tentou se despedir de ninguém, nem mesmo de sua carne, nem mesmo de si mesmo —, veja a pipa (...) voando alto, acima, e pense que, por um momento, um anjo está lá, trazendo de volta o amor. Se devo morrer, deixem que ela traga esperança, deixem que ela seja um conto."
رفعت العرير، شاعر ومعلم فلسطيني. لقد توفي هو وعائلته أمس أثناء القصف على غزة.
رفعت العرعير
—
" إذا كان لا بد أن أموت
فلا بد أن تعيش أنت
لتروي حكايتي
لتبيع أشيائي
وتشتري قطعة قماش
وخيوطا
(فلتكن بيضاء وبذيل طويل)
كي يبصر طفل في مكان ما من غزّة
وهو يحدّق في السماء
منتظراً أباه الذي رحل فجأة
دون أن يودع أحداً
ولا حتى لحمه
أو ذاته
يبصر الطائرة الورقيّة
طائرتي الورقية التي صنعتَها أنت
تحلّق في الأعالي
ويظنّ للحظة أن هناك ملاكاً
يعيد الحب
إذا كان لا بد أن أموت
فليأتِ موتي بالأمل
فليصبح حكاية"
If I must die,
you must live
to tell my story
to sell my things
to buy a piece of cloth
and some strings,
(make it white with a long tail)
so that a child, somewhere in Gaza
while looking heaven in the eye
awaiting his dad who left in a blaze–
and bid no one farewell
not even to his flesh
not even to himself–
sees the kite, my kite you made, flying up above
and thinks for a moment an angel is there
bringing back love
If I must die
let it bring hope
let it be a tale
My best friend, colleague, professor, teacher, brother and the beautiful soul and human of what Gaza
stands for, may your soul rest in peace and ascend to heaven. The monstrous Israe/li occupation forces just killed, assassinated, and took away the life of the kind-hearted، peaceful, academic and professor of Shakespeare and Comparative Literature, Dr Refaat AlAreer, who taught me in my BA degree about storytelling, poetry and literature. We are not numbers! He is not a number. He is a story of loving life out of thousands who have been mercilessly killed so far in the ongoing genocide against Gazans. He loved life, books, reading, literature, freedom, travel, community development, youth empowerment through storytelling, and being a light for Gazan writers.
We will be your tale. We will be your voice of Gaza and Palestine after you. We will continue down your path. We will not forget and we will never forgive. Your name will not be forgotten. It broke my heart to learn they took you away from us. You were like a father and a close friend who is young and full of charm and youth that made us connect with you on a personal level. I can't stop writing about you. Thank you for being there all the way long. It's your recommendation letter that contributed to where I am today. Rest in peace, my friend! Rest in peace. You left us with a broken heart.
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