Captive Walid Daqqa... Oh my God, I saw the moon

Written by: Issa Qaraqe

When the Palestinian prisoner Walid Daqqa entered his thirty-sixth year in prison and was transferred to the Negev desert prison, the tent section, where the prisoners remain until ten o'clock at night in the outer yard, he looked at the sky and cried: Oh my God, I saw the moon, and it was the cry of the amazed, the discoverers, the inventors, and the dispossessed who emerged from their narrow graves to the capacity of life.

The prevailing system in Zionist prisons requires that the doors be closed to prisoners at seven in the evening, so that they do not see the sunset or the nightfall and the shine of the stars.

The prisoner Walid Daqqa shouts, “Oh, my God, I saw the moon.” He was sure that the moon looked at him, hung on his shoulders, hugged him, kissed him, and reprimanded him for this long absence. More than a thousand prisoners in the Negev prison celebrated Walid’s meeting with his moon, and they heard the reproaches between them, the conversations, longings, and the exchange of secret messages in an intimate relationship. Between a prisoner and a moon in the middle of the desert.

According to eyewitnesses from the prisoners of the Negev, Walid ascended above the surface of the moon and flew with him in the heights of space, and when Walid returned, he narrated about his flight through all the spheres and orbits and how he met many loved ones and friends. Walid said: I saw Palestine from the sea to the river, all the abandoned villages And buried under the rubble, I saw Haifa, Acre, Baqa al-Gharbiya, and Nazareth. You did not intercept warplanes or military checkpoints. You did not chase missiles and bombs. I am the master of space. There are no borders, settlers and settlements. The entire universe is mine.

In the orbit of Mercury, I saw the holy men stationed and stationed, humble and worshiping, with the Koran, Bibles, stones and lamps on their sides burning in prayer.

In the orbit of Venus, I met the martyrs sitting on their high peaks, surrounded by dazzling sunny shadows, luminous clusters of stars, their homes adorned with fluttering spirits, ascending and descending as if celebrating the arrival of the first visitor from the living.

In Jupiter, the male and female captives received me. They carried me, gave me a wedding, dressed me in a wedding suit, and perfumed me with henna. They asked me about the rest of the prisoners there in the prisons and camps. I passed through a wide gate on which was written the Gate of Freedom, and what amazed me was that on the head of each prisoner there was a moon that did not leave him. Then I knew why the prisoners were released. From the darkness of prison to the day of attention.

On the planet Saturn, I met the father of history, Herodotus. For the first time, I know that Herodotus was crucified in history and narration because he discovered Palestine as a name, geography, identity, and place. He took out an ancient manuscript and showed me the location of my house and the graves of my ancestors. Along the map from north to south, he told me about the development of the Canaanite and Phoenician civilizations and kingdoms. Bygone, Herodotus wept because biblical researchers, colonialists, and orientalists crucified him and stuck him in oblivion.

Oh my God, I saw the moon. More than half of the life of a Palestinian prisoner is night. The day is short, scarce and slow in the world of prisoners. The day is the naked, rough and cruel time. The day is for the jailers, the oppressive forces and the busta cars, for the system of numbers, transportation and searches, but the night of the moon was the longest and the quietest. Walid traveled In the mind of the moon, the mind of the moon is the mind of freedom, the most contemplative. The journey broke this unjust binary between daytime minds and night minds, the mind of water, spirit, tranquility and peace, a mind that humanizes thoughts and breaks iron minds.

Walid revealed that he wrote his novel trilogy: The Secret of the Sword, The Secret of Oil, and The Secret of the Spectrum. There is above the surface of the moon between bodies, suns, heavens, and air turns, and when he wrote down his journey in the play Parallel Time, Tel Aviv was terrified, waging war on the play, exhibition halls, and actors, how does the backward become the front? Turning the hands of time? wondered the generals of Tel Aviv as they watched a prisoner free not only himself, but the future.

Oh my God, I saw the moon, the windows were open, there were no restrictions or chains, the moon pulled him out of the fence and the walls, the feeling of transcendence as if he was inside a painting by the artist Van Gogh on that night full of swirling stars, this is not a virtual reality or a fantasy in a painting, Walid swore he saw Darkness dies, and the unknown turns into the known.

Hello, moon, said Walid while embracing his daughter Milad, from the seventh heaven and after the journey of the ascension from the Negev prison to the Sea of Fog, Milad was born from the womb of the moon in its fertile cycle, Milad is the daughter of the moon, it is the blessed vision of the captive, Milad came from the Palestinian lunar calendar and not Israeli calendar, hello moon, hello milad.

When the Occupation Prisons Administration learned of the story of Walid traveling with his moon outside the prison borders, they punished him and isolated him in tight cells. He was forbidden to communicate with his moon, which formed a link for him with the outside world. This moon sends signals, messages, and encrypted symbols. The moon became wanted by the State of Israel and a danger to Its existence, and for this reason all prison yards are fenced off with wires and sheets, and the windows are covered so that Walid does not see his moon from the window.

Hello moon
Hi Walid
How did you get to Gilboa prison?
from cracks in the walls
from under the cement
From the house of silence