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A catchy title that makes you wanna read this

Last time I blogged I was embarrassingly unemployed and somewhat happy about it. Now, I’m a teacher who hates teaching yet enjoys it.  And if my boss is reading this I AM KIDDING I LOVE TEACHING, YOU CHOSE THE RIGHT PERSON FOR THE JOB, DEFINTELY. Once I started teaching I lost contact with earth, I rarely called my friends, I rarely watched movies or series, I rarely watched the news, I rarely  logged on Facebook or Twitter, I occasionally had a decent conversation with my family, I never blogged and I  never read a book (I’m not complaining boss, not complaining.) So this blog is basically written to my friends and relatives who think that I flat lined or in other words- died, people I’m a live AND I LOVE MY JOB. Sunday the 19th marks my safe return to earth, Eid holiday has arrived and I arrived, maaaan I arrived. I watched 4 movies in the past three days, I watched the news and it was all about the psychopath lord Basharomort, I called all of my friends, I started reading a book and snoozed after the first page, woke up again read a line then slept and started dreaming that I was reading the book! now I think I’m having hallucinations about it, which leads me to one question: should I start worrying about myself? anyway, do you see the word “instructor” down there? that’s me, hello. I mean they did misspell my last name it’s “Murtaja” without an “o,” but instructor, me.

Enough about ME, let’s talk about Gaza. Gaza, oh Gaza. Well, there is not much to say actually. I mean same old same old. No electricity, no fuel, drones are still around, the F16s still hover and they throw fly kisses every now and then, a lot of graduates are still unemployed “and I guess after this blog I will be too” and get this, they say there might be a WAR coming. Damn it, Gaza is such a cliché!   




My birth certificate says that I’m 22 years old, but I’m not. I’m only 2 months old or 2 months and a half old. I’m not even sure.

My life began the day life stopped.

It all goes back to August 23rd 2011. That day I took my very last exam at college. I remember that day I went home with a dancing heart and a singing mind. I sang all kinds of songs that my mind could think of at that time. I even sang for Lady Gaga! I was happy that much! After that my father decided to take me with him to Dubai.

January 19th 2012 I traveled for the first time in my life outside Gaza. When I came back, I came back open to all of the opportunities I “thought” I will most certainly have. I sent my CV to a number of companies. I waited for a phone call. I waited for an email. I waited and waited for nothing. I thought to myself why not go to the companies myself? I mean that’s what most of the girls do and that’s what they keep telling me to do. And so I went, got at least 8 job offers on the spot. And I lived happily ever after. End of story.

Actually, that’s the Hollywood version of the story with Ryan Reynolds wearing a suit heading to the sunset at the end of it. The real one goes like this: ALL the companies I went to threw their websites at my face, said check our vacancies there and that was it. True story!

My life began the day I came back from Dubai opening my arms to the new life I thought I’ll experience.

After “my home coming” to Gaza the electricity crisis began which lead the fuel to stand up for the electricity and declare an open strike!! and now we don’t have electricity nor fuel. Only then life just stopped.

Now, all days seem like Fridays in Gaza. There are hardly cars in the streets and all people wear their gloomy faces on all the time. Once you walk the streets and look at people’s faces, you don’t see faces! You see adjectives Sad-gloomy-frowny-moving-breathing-adjectives. This one is disappointed, the other is desperate, and another is profoundly miserable. People are becoming more and more.. Gazurfs!!


I rest my case


The electricity crisis in Gaza is fierce, malignant and it keeps getting worse day by day. Like cancer. It keeps spreading and getting worse. At first this “cancer” was benign just 6 hours a day, we coped. But then it became 8 hours a day, we tried to cope. Then we prepared ourselves for the worst which is 12 hours a day. When that happened, the situation called for one thing. Chemo therapy. Unfortunately chemo did not work, because along with the power cuts came the problem of the lack of gasoline which was starting our generators everyday escaping this problem. And now we reached the fourth stage of cancer – the inoperable stage 16 hours a day. No electricity and No generators.

What should we do to solve this ongoing ever growing disease? It’s a disease that we gotta fight back, anyway. How are we going to do that?

I thought to myself, what should one do these days to be heard?

should one be a “Justin Bieber” so they can trend everyday worldwide on twitter?
“oh he’s 18”
High five to all beliebers

Or should one be a-famous-for-nothing celebrity like “kim kardashian” so our pictures would be all over facebook?

“what do you think of kim kardashian’s dress? Hot or Not?”

“Fashion inspiration ❤ kim kardashian”

The world is changing. The world is sick. The world has got an incurable cancer.

I rest my case.

6 Hours of Light

This is not some regular black wallpaper and I am not eulogizing the death of someone or even something with this. Believe it or not, this is a picture of the streets outside of my window right now. 


   Gaza Strip

  Eeeh, us Gazans! You will always hear us nag about two things: The siege and the electricity and the drones, and the occupation.. ok maybe more than two things after all!

We are only allowed or gifted with 6 hours of electricity a day! “well, I guess that’s something to brag about” so 6 hours of light and the rest a total black out. No electricity hence no internet and even no network coverage for cellphone calls.

But you know what, I am not going to nag about the electricity crisis in this post. And I’m not even going to mention the “e” word. Instead I’m going to talk about something else because the last thing I’d want to read in a blog is someone pitying him/herself and their situation. And I believe a lot of Gazans will read this blog so I just don’t want to remind them. Enough is enough.

So as a more fun alternative, I’m going to talk about upcoming movies on TV. I guess we all agree that movies are always fun to talk about and criticize. Oh no wait a minute…. I can’t really talk about that because TV = “the thing that we do not speak its name” what a bummer!

Ok ok ok no problem. Something more exciting, let me see – Uh hah, 4 days ago I returned from Dubai and I got my brother an XBox game from there. Hold on a second, he didn’t even play it twice nor have I seen it in the first place because of the— damn! I’m losing my charm here!

BOOKS! Books are interesting and they say book are man’s best friend.. Ehem but they need light.. Wrong subject again

Alright, alright I got it this time, another subject change.. bear with me people

Laptops, once the battery is fully charged you won’t even need the (you know what) and it can hold up to 3 hours or more! Or you know what, I made up my mind I will talk about social media, Facebook and twitter.. they are undoubtedly the most talked about subjects  in the universe.

So Facebook ————-


The Lost Is Almost Found

Much of what once was all thought was lost, “Gaza has fallen into the shadow” all believed. The grey curtains of this world never left Gaza’s sky neither in summer nor in winter for almost five years, the sun was veiled, and the moon was dark. A fierce storm hit Gaza out of the blue in 2008, and then Gaza became the true wasteland of the 21st century, ‘all blasted, all wasted.’

A candle light shone through the gloom brought much hope and anticipation with it. The hopeless were the first to contribute, and the fearless were there to help. Together, hand in hand, Gaza was rebuilt again from scratch.   

The grey clouds almost all turned into a transparent, pure glass. And then I saw it. All reflected on the new glorious clouds, not shapes of bunnies and rabbits as we used to see when we were little children. But life. I saw a new life, a new beginning and a new road that has long been untrodden, now ready to be tread by those confident and standing tall.

Indeed, if you ask me to describe Gaza in one word I would say and with no much hesitation “Phoenix,” that mythical mighty bird rising from the ashes, heading towards the sun stronger than it was and ready for the obstacles that will be.

Gaza if I might say, is truly living a state of metaphorical rebirth and resurrection. Where ever you turn your head, you’ll find a home that is being rebuilt and where ever you look, you’ll find a hand dying to give help.

I am not trying to romanticize the situation Gaza is experiencing. It is just that recently I have been introduced to the concept of optimism, for I have not been much familiar with it.

Schools, homes, hotels, restaurants, roads, universities…etc. all are going through rehabilitation. They are being rebuilt, reconstructed, and recreated.

Last week my friends and I went on a field trip with the university. We passed through the coastline to the north and what I saw as we passed is the reason why I wrote this blog post. I saw new spas, redeveloped stables, upcoming malls and much more.  


Much of what once was is almost all found, and more, all recognize. “Gaza is rising towards immortality” all hope. Still, “There are some things that time cannot mend. Some hurts that go too deep, that have taken hold.”

Related links: http://www.nytimes.com/2011/06/26/world/middleeast/26gaza.html?_r=2&ref=ethanbronner