by Jonathan Azaziah

If anyone doubted that the power of the written word is an existential threat to the “chosenite” power structure toxifying God’s Green Earth, then you must not have heard of Ghassan Kanafani. On July 8th, 1972, in fear of how his writings were profoundly inspiring Palestinians, the Kidon unit of the usurping Zionist entity’s Mossad, an international death squad masquerading as an “intelligence service”, detonated a car bomb in Beirut and slaughtered one of the greatest writers in Palestinian as well as modern Arab-Islamic history. From “Men In The Sun” to “Returning To Haifa”, “A Land Of Sad Oranges” to “The Revolution of 1936-39 in Palestine”, “The Apricots of April” and so, so many more, there was no genre that Kanafani dabbled in that he didn’t absolutely own with a brilliant, fluid, unique authority; that he didn’t utterly slay like it was a descendant of the supremacist thieves who stole his country. The novel, the historical, the essay, the poem, it didn’t matter; Kanafani’s ink made anything and everything glow. The martyred PFLP leader’s words were as pristine as they were powerful, as gorgeous as they were militant, as whimsical as they were raw. He didn’t write books; he channeled eternity through his pen. Every page that he completed was a sword of distinctive forging that struck blows on the false crown of Jewish Cultural Imperialism and drew blood from the invaders. For every part of Palestinian history, culture and identity that the Zionists diminished, expropriated and outright destroyed in all their Old Testament-fueled madness, Ghassan Kanafani managed to miraculously bring it all back to life through his phantasmagorical prose, as if ALLAH (SWT) had infused his quill with the essence of Nabi ‘Uzayr (A.S.) and Al-Khidr (A.S.), the Eternal Life Prophet. Continue reading RIP To Ghassan Kanafani, The Palestinian Writer Who Channeled Eternity Through His Pen →