I see it in everything, it is my security and my wishes. It is stories told by its waves. It is one sea and each of us has their sea as each of us has their own story. Here, Gaza and its sea are the only sanctuaries of its people, without boundaries and with no fence or borders. People come here throwing their worries away. Do you know why? Because we love life as much as we can.
I come to the sea in all my conditions, sad or happy. My sea carries me in his blue color and I can smell him from far away. As for the way I am happy, I know it. It’s to walk barefoot on the sand and run on his beach and see the kids playing and building with his sand, however their imagination directs them. Because I can’t describe the sea and how close I feel to it, I can take pictures of it and sometimes of him and me together.
You can’t love the sea just by standing on its beach. You must descend into the sea, float in it, be carried by its waves, swallow its saltwater, hurt your feet on its rocky bottom, see its dark depths, and when you return to the beach you will see a different sea than you saw before entering. You will no longer see the beautiful peaceful blue sea after you’ve seen its deep darkness, experienced the cruelty of its rocks, and felt its directed rage. Then you will either hate the sea or love it forever.