Of Sea
The air in Gaza doesn’t smell the same
It used to be of sea.
The water in Gaza doesn’t taste the same
It used to be of sea
The land in Gaza doesn’t feel the same
It used to be of sea
Everything in Gaza was magnificent
Everything in Gaza was of sea
Every tree was planted with love
Every building was built with song
Every night you’d hear the waves
No other sea sang the same
The wind in Gaza was wet
It gently caressed your face
The people in Gaza were there
It was lively at all hours of the day
But Gaza is no longer recognized
Gaza is no longer of sea
Gaza is now of blood
Gaza is now of tears
Gaza is now of screams,
it is now of fear
it still has a sea, but Gaza is no longer of sea
About the Author
Rand is a 26-year-old Palestinian. She is the youngest of four children; she finished her undergraduate studies at Bir Zeit University, Ramallah, Palestine. During her university years, Rand grew more interested in the humanitarian structure and the Palestinian cause from a humanitarian point of view. Through volunteering and networking, Rand received many pieces of training in crisis management, and emergency navigation, as well as, humanitarian structure, signature, and localization allowing her to employ her knowledge in her career and as a volunteer with many local and international humanitarian organizations. Moreover, Rand is a very expressive artistic person who attempts to share her human experience through pen and brush. She is captivated by sunsets and Palestinian beauty.
All photos in the series are by Rand.