Dear Refaat,
Today, I visited a strawberry farm for the first time in two years. I went for two reasons.
First, my children wanted to pick strawberries—just as they used to on their grandfather’s farm back in Gaza.
Second, I went because strawberry fields bring your memory rushing back to me.
With each berry I picked, I thought of you. I blessed your name, and I cursed those who murdered you—along with so many of my relatives and friends. I cursed all who have called, directly or silently, for the destruction of Gaza and its people.
You were dearly missed, dearest Refaat.
I just wish I could pick every strawberry in that field.
(Originally, written and published in English)
Mosaab Abu Taha
01/07/2025
