“I person lived symptom successful each its details and I person tasted symptom and nonaccomplishment repeatedly. Despite this, I person ne'er hesitated to convey the information arsenic it is, without distortion oregon falsification. May God beryllium a witnesser against those who remained soundless and accepted our killing, and against those who choked our enactment and whose hearts were not moved by the scattered remains of our children and women, and who did thing to halt the massacre our radical person faced for much than a twelvemonth and a half.”
This is what Anas al-Sharif wrote successful his “will” prepared 4 months earlier his martyrdom. It was posted connected his societal media relationship respective hours aft an Israeli onslaught killed him and journalists Mohammed Qreiqeh, Ibrahim Zaher, Mohammed Noufal and Moamen Aliwa astatine a media structure adjacent al-Shifa Hospital successful Gaza City.
Anas al-Sharif was 1 of Gaza’s heroes. He was – without a uncertainty – the writer closest to each our hearts.
People present successful Gaza often hatred the media. They spot journalists either exaggerate and represent america arsenic superhumans, capable to withstand relentless bombing, the deprivation of nutrient and water, and the nonaccomplishment of loved ones; oregon demonise america arsenic “terrorists”, justifying the sidesplitting of our families and the demolition of our homes.
Anas was different; helium did not distort the truth. He was 1 of us: raised successful our exile camps, suffering with america nether bombs and amid starvation, mourning his loved ones, refusing to permission his community. He stayed down successful Gaza, steadfast similar an olive tree, a surviving illustration of a existent Palestinian.
Anas started reporting for Al Jazeera astatine the commencement of the genocide, but helium rapidly became a acquainted face. He and Ismail al-Ghoul did not halt broadcasting from bluish Gaza adjacent erstwhile they faced changeless threats. Their lukewarm friendship, and the comic and bittersweet moments they shared, made america consciousness person to them.
After the martyrdom of Ismail past twelvemonth – whitethorn God person mercy connected him – we felt we had mislaid a beloved brother, and were near lone with Anas.
Last month, erstwhile Anas broke down connected camera portion reporting connected the starvation, radical told him: “Keep going, Anas, don’t stop, you are our voice.”
And indeed, helium was our voice. We often imagined that erstwhile the extremity of the genocide comes, we volition perceive it announced by Anas al-Sharif’s voice. There was nary writer successful the satellite much deserving of declaring that infinitesimal than Anas.
For me, Anas was much than conscionable a reporter. He was an inspiration. He was the crushed I picked up my pen each clip I mislaid anticipation that thing would alteration due to the fact that of what I write. I saw Anas reporting tirelessly – bare oregon full, successful summertime oregon winter, threatened with decease oregon surrounded by cameras.
His persistence convinced maine I was incorrect to judge that documenting the genocide was not moving anyone outside. Anas made maine judge our communicative tin scope wherever we cannot, crossing seas and oceans to each portion of the world. And his resilience, moving each day, each hour, forced maine to anticipation … anticipation that if we kept speaking, idiosyncratic mightiness listen.
Anas is present gone, and I consciousness I was incorrect to hope, incorrect to judge successful the justness of this world, watching him entreaty – with eyes overflowing with tears – to a planetary conscience that proved to beryllium debased and selective.
They did not merit your tears, Anas! They did not merit your self-sacrifice truthful they would cognize our story. They bash not perceive due to the fact that they garbage to.
You raised your voice, Anas, but you were calling retired to those without conscience.
I wished the warfare had ended earlier you were martyred truthful I could spell find you successful Gaza and archer you that our voices had succeeded, they had reached to the extracurricular satellite and driven change. I would person told you that you were my relation exemplary and your enactment kept maine going. And if astatine that moment, you had smiled and called maine your colleague, I would person cried with joy.
Your sum ended, Anas, but the genocidal warfare did not. Today, we look helplessly astatine the vile concern boasting astir targeting you earlier the full satellite – the aforesaid satellite you pleaded with until your past breath. Countries astir the satellite stay silent; for them, economical deals and governmental interests are worthy much than quality lives.
Yet, the concern volition not soundlessness us, Anas. It wants america to dice without a dependable due to the fact that our voice, portion we groan successful symptom and outcry from loss, disturbs it, interferes with its genocidal drive.
Gaza volition not springiness commencement to different similar you, Anas, nor idiosyncratic similar writer and writer Refaat Alareer, nor similar infirmary manager Marwan al-Sultan. The concern is targeting the champion and brightest, those who person raised their voices and shown the satellite what Palestinians of dignity and integrity tin do.
But we volition not enactment soundless aft these convulsive murders. Even if we cognize the satellite volition not listen, we volition support speaking – due to the fact that it is our destiny and duty. We, the surviving Palestinians who survived this genocide, person to transportation the bequest of our martyrs.
For me, that means speaking, writing, and exposing the crimes of this bloody and brutal concern … until the time you dreamed of, Anas – the time this genocide, the astir horrific successful modern history, ends. The time you instrumentality to your ancestral location successful al-Majdal and I instrumentality to my village, Yibna.
The views expressed successful this nonfiction are the author’s ain and bash not needfully bespeak Al Jazeera’s editorial stance.