Phalapoem editor, 08/02/2025
(A dark cell. Cold concrete. Chains rattle in the silence. Dr. Husam Abu Safia, battered and bruised, sits against the damp wall. His hands tremble, not with fear, but with exhaustion. He blinks against the dim light, and suddenly, a small barefoot figure stands before him—Handala, the eternal witness, the unwavering conscience of Palestine. The boy, forever turned away from the world, finally speaks.)
Handala:
They took you too, Doctor.
Dr. Husam Abu Safia:
They take everything, Handala. My freedom. My son. My hospital. My patients. My people’s dignity. But not our spirit. Never that.
Handala:
They think by locking you in here, they can silence you. They think chains can bind the truth. They don’t understand—they are the ones trapped. Not you.
Dr. Husam Abu Safia:
They took my son, Handala. Ibrahim. He was standing at the hospital gate. A child killed at the door of a place meant to save lives. I carried him in my arms. I led his funeral prayers. My voice did not break, but my heart—
Handala:
(softly) I know. I have carried the weight of many sons. Many fathers. Many mothers. Too many names. But I have never carried surrender.
Dr. Husam Abu Safia:
I stayed at the hospital. Not because I wanted to be a hero. But because leaving was unthinkable. Because the cries of newborns, the moans of the wounded, the gasps of those barely clinging to life—they needed someone to listen, to care, to fight for them. If I had left, who would have fought for them?
Handala:
You are more than a doctor, Abu Elias. You are the stitch that holds Gaza’s torn skin together. You are the bandage over its wounds. You are the hands that refused to let go, even when the world turned its back.
Dr. Husam Abu Safia:
And you, Handala, why do you never turn to face us?
Handala:
Because justice has not yet been done. Because my people still die nameless in the rubble. Because my feet must stay planted in the soil of my homeland, until Palestine is free.
Dr. Husam Abu Safia:
Will that day come?
Handala:
It must. It will. You, doctor, are proof. Even as they beat you, even as they dress you in the clothes of a prisoner, you are freer than they will ever be. Your wounds are badges of honor. Your suffering is a testament. Every child you saved, every life you fought for, is a stone in the foundation of our return.
(A soldier’s boots stomp down the corridor. A key turns in a lock. The cell door creaks open. But before the guards can step in, Handala is gone—only the echo of his words lingers in the cold air.)
Dr. Husam Abu Safia (whispering):
I will not surrender. Not now. Not ever.
History has seen many tyrants and the Zionists will be in the darkest categories .Heros specially of Gaza have seen and got the respect and the sympathy of all the descent humans across the world .For Dr.Hussam we Ask Allah to help him and ease his suffering.
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