Lauren Booth – Great Homecoming I The Victory March

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As-salamu alaykum.
So Gazans are finally going home after more
than 450 days of horrific bombardment, agony, pain
and hunger.
And I want us to look at their
great return through three different lenses.
The first lens, as somebody returning, what are
they finding?
What is the carnage that they face?
Secondly, through the mouths of the occupier, who
are so frustrated that their job was almost
done, but not quite.
And finally, through the lens of true faith
and goodness, which is allowing the budding shoots
of hope to spring from the rubble of
despair.
Only the Palestinian people, chosen, handpicked by Allah
Ta'ala, could possibly make beauty out of
such ugliness.
Imagine your first night after 450 plus days
without the sound of drones or rockets firing
or shooting or the screams of agony.
That in itself must bring such peace to
the hearts of every man, woman and child
in Gaza.
But where are they spending those nights?
On the rubble of their homes?
Back in tents because they found their homes
unlivable?
Or in the broken vestiges of what was
yesterday?
It must be sinking in now, just how
much there is to do and how much
pain they have to work through.
Subhanallah, Allah gives them strength.
It's estimated that more than a million people
right now are without any fixed place to
stay.
Most utilities such as sewage, water, communications, schools,
universities, hospitals, roads have all been completely damaged.
Gaza is still cut in two by the
Netzarim corridor, which Israel installed below Gaza City.
Meanwhile, in northern and southern Gaza, whole families
continue making the long journey back to their
towns, to their villages and the refugee camps
that frankly no longer exist.
How are they doing this?
Well, they're either on foot or they're in
donkey-drawn carts and the roads are littered
with unexploded missiles, with broken glass and worse,
the unburied martyrs.
Subhanallah.
And now the real search is underway.
Housing is just an issue, but going back
and searching with your own hands for the
vestiges of a loved one, or perhaps everyone
you loved, is something that I pray to
Allah we never have to experience.
I've seen mothers hugging bones and saying, my
son, my son, I'm not afraid of you.
A lot of the footage we can't show
here, but people gathering bits of clothing from
someone from the last time they saw them
before a missile took their lives and that's
their memory of them because they were there
in the last moments and then they were
vaporized or they decomposed so completely they can't
be put together, but Allah will bring them
back together.
But beneath the pain and sorrow there's another
emotion, one which the occupier still fails to
get any handle on.
Natural, fearsome, overwhelming feelings.
There's another one that is gifted by the
sakinah of Allah Ta'ala to the dignified
of Gaza and it is hope and belief
and determination.
SubhanAllah, in writing we can recite it, but
for the Palestinians, no.
He, our Habib, he stood here and he
led all of the other prophets in prayer.
He was momentarily here.
He spoke of this place.
He loved Al-Aqsa.
He prayed towards this direction.
They will never forget and they will never
give up.
The steadfastness is utterly confusing to the murderers
in the offense forces who can't understand why
the carnage they wrought isn't enough to drive
them away.
Listen to this.
Okay, so
that's an admission of looting, of wanton destruction,
of war crimes, of deliberately targeting civilian infrastructure.
Hello?
Anybody listening?
International community?
Hello?
Never mind.
He's listening.
He knows all and sees all and retribution
is certain.
These people may be without paperwork and without
physical mementos of the ones who went past,
but we are an oral tradition.
Hamdulillah.
They will pass on the stories as they
always have of who, what, where, and when.
The Arab tradition is made on lineage.
They know who their great-grandfathers were and
great-grandmothers and they know where they lived
and what they farmed and who they were
and how many stanzas of the Quran they
knew.
You won't wipe them out.
Bits of paper don't make a people.
Huge conflict here, isn't there, between good and
evil, between understanding and devastation, that a bit
of paper makes you a human being in
the eyes of the state.
No, no, no.
The humanity of the Palestinians, by the grace
of Allah, is different.
It's on a different standard.
So some of the occupiers on TV have
been asking, where will they go now?
That's the question.
Where will the Palestinians go?
And the answer is clear.
They're not going anywhere.
They're staying home in their land.
And the question should be, but where will
you go now?
Because your attempt at an ethno-state has
failed because it rested on the murder and
displacement, entire displacement of the people and they
won't sit for it.
Today, today belongs to the Gazans.
Today belongs to their healthcare workers who, through
everything, stuck to their word to look after
the people, even when it was dangerous to
their own well-being, to the journalists who
lost their families and their limbs.
Subhanallah, it belongs to everyone who stood fast
with their families, everyone who has been praying
to Allah Ta'ala in Gaza and for
whom the angels heard their prayers.
Today is for Gaza, who gave up everything
in dunya for the dream of freedom and
faith.