Azadi Mubarak Qaidioun
My identity is at crisis; there is blood shed everyday, done in dark rooms and the ones in open chowks. My identity is striving to make ends meet; some molecules dying of hunger or dying of diarrhea because the medication is not available or is expensive. My identity is lavish; among the most fertile soils of the world with hearts of gold despite the hardships. My identity is unequal and philanthropic. My identity is both cruel and kind. My identity is in a state of rebellion but I want a harmonious identity, I want that the needs of all its atoms should be met. But parts of my identity don’t even tolerate some parts being named, hence a part of my identity remains lost - la maloom. My identity is both scattered and united. My identity is both the oppressed and the oppressor. I am free to operate the best I can in this world, as long as I adhere strictly to retain my privileges. For many that is freedom because they do this everyday at their work, social and personal lives. To a f...