Fallen from Jannah
Everytime I bump into a Gazan I know
I always feel like an angel has fallen from Jannah
to tap me on the shoulder
and whisper in my ear
and gently but simultaneously
starkly remind me
that I neither have the permission nor the right
-and that I had better not even think about having the neck-
to complain about anything in life ever again
unless it involves gross acts of
outright injustice
unfair treatment
persecution
exploitation
human rights, power and other abuses
abuse of any kind for that matter discrimination
ruthless profiteering
theft and other crimes
against me or any human
AN FRAOCH 