I'm Hamas

and I wake and sleep fueled by this rage inside.

The unrelenting memories of my childhood: the fear of the soldiers and their cruelty. 

The humiliation I witnessed to family and friends. 

The sadness when I understood that the strongest man I knew, my hero, my father, couldn't protect me, couldn't protect my mother,  couldn't protect my sister.

I'm Hamas
and I wake and sleep fueled by this rage inside.

The unrelenting memories of my childhood: 

the emptiness inside, watching entire families killed in a single day.

I'm Hamas 

and I wake and sleep fueled by this rage inside.
The unrelenting memories of my childhood: 

the shame I felt running away when the settlers came and began beating my neighbors. Stealing their houses. My mother holding my hand tight and pulling me along to safety.

I'm Hamas 

and I wake and sleep fueled by this rage inside.
The unrelenting childhood memories: the moment I realized I wasn't safe anywhere. 

I'm Hamas 

and I wake and sleep fueled by this rage inside.
I'm a child no more.
The unrelenting memories of my childhood: made me who I am.

I know I have a choice:
live and die at the hands of my oppressors;

Exercise the lessons they taught me: brutality, sadism, unrelenting terror and fight back.

The question is not, and will never be, do you condemn Hamas? 

The question is:

ARE YOU HAMAS?

How many years would you take the blows, the humiliations, the injustices, the killings of children, of entire families?

I'm Hamas 

and I wake and sleep fueled by this rage inside.

The unrelenting memories of my childhood and the lessons I learned from the people God chose to be my neighbors.

What would you do in my shoes?

I'm Hamas 

I'm Donia Abu Muhsen.

Some will say that the proper way to introduce myself is to acknowledge that I am dead.

I was sleeping in my home with my family when terrorists bombed us, killing my father, my mother, my siblings, and other relatives.

I woke up in a hospital, missing them all and one of my limbs. My heart was filled with a conviction that I would grow up, become a doctor, and help others.

A few days later, the same terrorist group bombed the hospital where I was convalescing and killed my physical body. And I became an idea.

Now I will live forever and will help young girls fulfill their wildest dreams.

https://doniaabumuhsen.com/