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Screenwriter: Armani Shehadeh
There was a girl whose name I didn’t yet know on the board, and it was a game of “heads,” as they say, a game that reflected completely on the hurricanes in my head and hers.
In a small, shabby cafe on Khan Younis beach in the southern Gaza Strip, a displaced girl from Gaza City sat at the table across from me.
I watched her until she set the table, then she started waiting to talk to a girl who was present, and I waved her: “Do you want an opponent to come and confront you?” She smiled and asked me to sit down. She left my friend in front of her, executed her request, and in her mind began her stress and effort, trying to remember what you wanted to start, what you were trying to do; in order to win the game, you may forget how to move each piece.
My mind soon felt the chaos inside, which reminded us of the last time we sat before this paper, but we tried in vain to control and sort out our thoughts, and then we began to eat each other’s fragments. Others I sacrificed the ministers and protected my horse and elephant, which was checking her kingship.
We felt like we were in a real war arena, we hated anyone who took a step towards us with the intention of killing us, and our methods of killing had their own characteristics. Wanted blood! The cruelty of war was reflected on us.
“I’m not good at it, but I’m trying,” she said, as if she were telling me that we all spend this life trying to stay alive, trying to survive the inevitable death that rains down upon us with bullets, bombs, and missiles.
It was getting late, and finally I reached out my hand to shake hers, with a smile of tolerance and apology on my face, for the consequences of chaos on us, for our loss and forgetfulness of the meaning of real, natural human existence on this earth.
For you, my beautiful opponent, I am happy with these moments and I hope to see you again, you and your little chessboard 🖤
During the genocidal war in the Gaza Strip (365 km²), when I was in a state of depression, a good situation happened to me that I wanted to record here in order to keep the hope of survival alive and to maintain the certainty that as Mahmoud Darwish said: “Love life, if we can find it,” we deserve everything in it.
Armani
Gaza
June 17, 2024 🖤
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