‘I am Mahasen from Gaza and I am trying to stay alive’

Words that didn’t last for long because of the pounding Israeli warplanes that seeks to end anything called Gaza, Palestine and Palestinians.

The young woman always tried to stay cheery and alive. But her death was always to be expected as she was killed by an Israeli missile that pulverized her home.

She finally become a martyr with her family in indiscriminate Israeli military strikes on the Jabalia Camp, northern Gaza on 18 October, 2024. The camp has been under constant bombardment for the last two week. This is the third time the Israelis tried to enter the camp in a year-long onslaught.

Artist and painter Mahasen Al Khatib life was cut too short by a merciless, blinded Israeli war on defenseless civilians while world leaders look on with hands tied behind their backs.

Today she stands as the owner of the “famous chicken” videoclip in which she documented the happiness of her brother when they managed to get a chicken after months of eating leaves on a starvation diet.

She watches her brother playing with the dead naked, meat, laughs and asks:

“How are we going to cook it…?”

“Magloba…[Arabic dish with rice and vegetables,” comes the reply.

“How about roasting yet,” she interjects.

“Yes, that would be great too.”

Oh, I know, how about boiling it,” she wounders as if this is a great festive occasion.

“Yes, that too would be nice,” with the eyes of her little brother lighting up.  

‘Or, what about cutting it, or even stuffing it?”

She made the videoclip on 9 August, 2024. Little did she know would be at the end of an Israeli two months later.

Mahsen drew with her pencils the heinous  conditions of the people of Gaza that have been unrelenting in an Israeli genocide of death and destruction.

Her last post was on Facebook of a youth being burnt alive. His name was Shabaan Al Dalo.

He was burnt alive in a tent outside the Al Aqsa Martyrs Hospital on 14 October, 2024.

“How do feel when you see any person burned alive,” she wryly commented a few days later.

Mahasen Al Khatib established Rawasi Palestine Foundation for Culture, Art and Media.

Palestine and Gaza lost a creative personality. She sought to communicate the merciless, ungodly heartache of the people whose lives have long been turned upside down. She wanted to send a message to the world in a clever way about the tragedies of Gazans through her artistic works.

Mahasen left us with a creative, national heritage that sought to fight ethnic cleansing and presented us with immense digital works that expressed our wounds, devastation and hopes for an end to the massacres and killing.

The artist was firm against people leaving their homes. She and her family stood against displacement and fought it tirelessly through her works that depicted the harsh realities in a caricaturist, funny manner which she published on her social media accounts.

“God sends us a chicken after long months…thanks be to God, she says….It was a chicken for eight people and I ate a part of it,” she emphasized.

The social media became alert when news of her martyrdom was announced.

Mohammad Saeed wrote: “The martyr Mahasen Al Khatib documented for us the moment the flour arrived at their home after months of hunger and eating tree leaves. She also documented the arrival of the first chicken for her entire family after many months of absence. She stood firm in Jabalia and didn’t move. Mahasen was martyred tonight in a violent shelling in Jabalia camp. Remember her in your prayers…”

In another post that included a video of the fire, Mahasen wrote, “We saw people burning, we saw people with no one helping, we saw people dying in front of our eyes… May God have mercy on us.”

From Joy to Martyrdom

Over the past years, Mahasen Al-Khatib has spread joy through her artwork. Even in the darkest moments, she would draw a smile by publishing her family’s daily life under the bombing and harsh conditions of war. However, the last thing the Palestinian artist published before her martyrdom carried a lot of pain, which she described as “difficult nights,” according to Al Jazeera.

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Dr. Marwan Asmar holds a PhD from Leeds University and is a freelance writer specializing on the Middle East. He has worked as a journalist since the early 1990s in Jordan and the Gulf countries, and been widely published, including at Albawaba, Gulf News, Al Ghad, World Press Review and others.

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An Arab house in a German town, all the trappings of a different culture, Egyptian, Jordanian, Syrian, and Yemeni, an Oriental setting in a traditional western German context.

The town is Bruchsal, to the west of Frankfurt, owners, the Burkards, they fell in love with a different culture, and decided to “transport it” to their house and in their lands, having lived in Cairo in the 1970s and 1980s.

Helmut Burkard and his wife Beta decided to pack their belongings and their kids in 1974 and move to Cairo. Neighbors told him “you are mad” to go to the Middle East at that precise moment. “Its dangerous.”

But he wasn’t swayed. They loved every single minute of it. Helmut teaching music at a convent, Beta, an economist by training had become a proper housewife, and the two kids growing up.

Over the years Beta spent her time collecting traditional artifacts, souvenirs, paintings and different copies of the Quran from Cairo’s old Souqs and Bazaars as she had a preordained feeling that one day she and her family would go back to their home on Mozart Way and fill it and make it a house of converging cultures.

And so today as you enter the house, you are immediately struck by the mementos, artifacts, framed pictures, the rugs, swords, scabbards hanging on the different walls of the house. The speak of a different culture, and a far away civilization embedded in a geographical separateness, novel, yet very human.

What’s fascinating about this house is that it’s totally covered with trinkets and memorabilia. The stairs, landing, living room, bedrooms all smell of a civilization that is anything but German, yet relaxing and soothing.

Pottery, pans, Arabic coffee pots, earrings worm by Bedouin women adorned the place from head to foot together with wall paintings by different Egyptian artists.

In fact, if it wasn’t for the large black piano in the living room, and the number of German books, a visitor like way would be forgiven for thinking the house belongs to a foreign family living in rural Germany.

Every wall, every corner, nook and cranny of every room—literally—filled with every aspect of an Arab life which the Burkards lived either in the long stretch in Cairo, and or the vacationing he used to take his family to in different parts of Jordan, Syria and Yemen.

Beta just kept collecting on these holidays inevitably made driving through these areas. “I wanted my family to experience these countries by roads, and not through planes,” he used to say.

The house is an Arabic treasure. On Mozart Way, you can’t say, “oh I want to write an impressionistic piece on this house” simply because of the intricate detail involved in these artifacts. The house tells a story of a past the Burkard’s lived in. If you let Beta go on, she would speak for ages on how she got this piece, and from which Souq she had to go to.

You can’t point to any particular room and say this is the pride and joy of the Burkards. They are all special. Take the living room, for instance. One is struck by its aura of combination of religiosity, culture, art, music and literature that spanned across.

There was picture frame of Al Faateha (Opening chapter of the Quran), engravings of the name of Allah (God) and Prophet Mohammad on different plates.

In a small side section named by Helmut Burkard as the “Arabic room”, there is a mixture of Arabesque and teak, a desk, a large rounded Arabesque coffee table with a copper plate and a traditional wooden shield used as a divide from one section of the house to another.

Of course both husband and wife know what all these means. Helmut speaks good Arabic with an Egyptian accent, so does Beta although she didn’t let on. But Helmut was directly in touch with the local population, that’s why he picked up the accent and the slang.

After Egypt the Burkards went back to Germany, however, Helmut returned to Jordan in 1996 as a fellow teaching in the Music National Conservatory where he remained till 2003. He first came to Cairo when he was in his early 40s, now he was in his 70s, his kids grown up, and his wife Beta attending the garden and on frequent trips to Switzerland which is just around the corner from where they lived. But he was still a “musical fighter”, humming to himself a piece by Mozart or Bach as he went down the corridor.

At the Conservatory, he established an exchange program where German pupils came to Jordan to play music followed by Jordanian pupils going to Germany to play classical music with Arab themes. He called this a “musical culture of dialogue”; the German pupils would also learn different Arabic pieces and even sing them.

Helmut, now in his early 80s, and who brought the last German music group to play in Amman in 2010, is a strong believer in a culture of dialogue between east and west as a means to bringing people closer together.

His house is a testimony to that.

This artical is reprinted from my account on Hubpages

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