Stuck in a layer of selfish discontent, trudging through a city of demise, wearing lenses clouded with irritation and anguish; how does one give love with a heart turned to stone; how does one listen when the soul will hear none of it—question after question racing around but unable to penetrate through this distrustful layer acquired from the negativity pushed upon in this overly tense area. With lenses blurred the eyes can only glimpse a harsh minuscule fragment of what lays in front—in one cleanse these lenses would clear, shinning a new light on the situation; how simple it would be, as if releasing a deep breath; however, the breath remains held and despite the pain felt from within in wanting to exhale and release this unbearable tension, the lenses stay clouded to the point that they are finally removed—no longer able to take in any more sight.
See no evil, speak no evil, hear no evil; how easy to hide behind—and for what reason? Reality is perhaps no longer charming, the story is growing old and tired some, and thy self is simply worn out and needs a rest? How fair is it to those, who cannot tune into another reality, to turn them off—to even live in a world that shuts out the misery of others when the capacity of disheartenment is reached is unfathomable—all due to the lack of shedding this layer of ignorance which falls upon without any realization of what is taking place.
Depth upon depth of collective social order these layers are not true form rather an overlying excess covering the genuine core. Tightly bounded, to the point of absorbency into the mind, this exorbitant suffering cannot be shed without acknowledgment of its existence. In order to cast off this assimilation one must be mindful of the ache it brings to the soul—for when a light is shown onto this source of disparity a natural willingness for inner relief will ignite, instigating the first step to discarding this self-oppression.
These layers provided no warmth, especially not in the town of Hebron; rather, it was the strength of those who live in the heart of this conflict with clear sight, whose love and dedication to their cause never waivers. It was the genuine core of Hebron that provided shelter and warmth. In that core lies a message of love conquering evil—a message so large and to be viewed with an unaided eye, unaided from layers. Hebron has shed the mentality of ‘enough already’ and has released the smothering coat of selfness. Hebron has reopened the core and laid within it a new passage of willfulness, hope, and solidarity to be shared with those in need of a new lens. The message of a right for justice becomes stronger with every passing moment the West Bank has to offer.
-- Kaitlan Mahoney
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