Does it make any sense that you celebrate the memory of being occupied?
Actually, the question is… is it possible that this planet has an occupier like you ?
Today is the first anniversary of my first explicit speech when I announced my complete surrender to you.
366 days ago I couldn’t help it, I had to stop fighting the most beautiful and hardest occupation on earth.
You have been sneaking and occupying the parts of my body one by one, destroying, displacing and killing the sadness inside of me.
You are the first and last occupier to settle in the parts of me which no one was allowed to set into before.
You are the only one who reclaimed the useless parts of my heart.
You were the one to germinate green grass and flowers in the desert of my ingenuity.
Since that day a year ago until this moment of loud sad celebration in each spot in my body affected by you, I have been watching the pictures I took to document your occupation of this skinny body with curly black hair.
Yes, you are an occupier by all means, The weird thing is that I’m really happy with settling inside of me, breathing with me, eating with me, rejoicing, grieving and crying with me.
What really makes me happy is felling proud that an occupier like you was the motive for a Palestinian refugee to write a love letter.
I love you as an occupation
I love you as peace
I have loved you since the first beginning
I will love you till this occupied body perishes
A whole year passed
Time is stupid
Absence is stupid
And whoever thinks I will be cured of you is stupid
2.4.2015 – 2.4.2016
Submitted to ArtParasites by Mam Dasuqi