In 2017, I took my baby brother to Barcelona. He turned 21 at the end of 2016 and he had never been abroad before. I took him to Camp Nou and we did all the touristy things. We even saw a football ⚽ match between FCB and Royal Betis. FCB is his favourite team.
I loved Barcelona and one of the days we did a full day excursion when we were dropped on the main road to hang until the afternoon portion of our excursion was due to begin.
My brother being the lazy git he is, didn’t want to do the afternoon portion, but I made him leave. We were in the mountains when we heard the news of the terror attacks.
I’ve been reflecting on that, because where we were, was the same street people were mowed down. Getting back to our hotel was horrible because the roads were closed and I was terrified, not for myself but for my brother. Thankfully we stayed in Barcelona and finished our holiday. Even though my mom begged us to come back.
I’m thinking of those families in Palestine 🇵🇸 who are suffering. Losing their mom’s, dad’s, uncle’s, auntie’s, grandma’s, grampa’s and brothers and sisters. Those parents losing their babies and homes.
I can’t even begin to imagine the loss they are suffering. It was eerie spending time in Barcelona knowing people had lost their lives. The stench of death in Palestine must be unimaginable for anyone not in Palestine, yet for Palestinians, this is their life.
I will forever be a voice for the voiceless. Whether that’s for Palestinians, for Black people suffering from atrocities from the west, such as Congo or even those being murdered by racist police in the USA. I’ll stand up for Sikh farmers who are having their lands stolen in India.
Our voices and platforms may be small, but we have to speak up to protect each other because it’s evident that those who have power will never see anyone of colour as equal.
Free Palestine 🇵🇸 🍉 🇵🇸 Free Congo 🇨🇬 🇨🇩 Free Sudan 🇸🇩 and Free Every Single Opressed Country that we are yet to hear about
