“Fly Away”: life in rubble

I wasn’t sure I understood the appeal of “flash fiction” – the challenge to tell a complete story in a thousand words or less – until Gaza.

Photo Credit: UN Photo/Shareef Sarhan

After the horrors of October 7th, 2023, and the senseless unending slaughter unleashed upon the Gazans over the last year and a half and more, the new creative writing form of “flash fiction” seemed the perfect medium for catching the sudden, brutally short anguish of families uprooted, ripped open, and ripped apart again. The limited space of the form matched the limited space and time of a people battered from all sides and above by forces so completely beyond their control.

Several of these vignettes tumbled out of me in a series of afternoons in the fall and winter of 2023 into 2024, as I pored over the horrors on social media and in the Middle Eastern press, including Israeli influencers and NGOs, and struggled to synthesize what I was seeing with what I know of Arabs and Palestinians. To my gratification, many of these flash pieces have found the appreciation of editors: “Men at Work,” “Mother. Land.” and “Obituary of a Clan” that turned itself into a poem, as well as the poem “Interdependent Web of Resistance” that has already been reprinted.

poem, superimposed over an sextagonal kite in the colors of the Palestinian flag:
If I must die, 
you must live
to tell my story
to sell my things
to buy a piece of cloth
and some strings,
(make it white with a long tail)
so that a child, somewhere in Gaza
while looking heaven in the eye
awaiting his dad who left in a blaze-
and bid no one farewell
not even to his flesh
not even to himself-
sees the kite, my kite you made, flying up above
and thinks for a moment an angel is there
bringing back love
If I must die
let it bring hope
let it be a tale

by Refaat Alareer, from "In Gaza, My Gaza," killed by the Israeli military
Photo Credit: x.com/copalestineco

This piece is different. There’s plenty of negativity in the world about Arabs and Muslims, and usually, I strive not to add to that side of the region’s story. But when I wrote “Fly Away,” I was angry, heartbroken over the Orwellian new designation WCNSF (wounded child, no surviving family), over the death of the poet Refaat Alareer and the many memes of his poem.

I wanted this story to be a little more raw than I usually write, more visceral, jagged and unsettling. I wanted it to hurt, like little girls were hurting all over the Gaza Strip. Little girls stripped of everything that makes girlhood: stripped of whimsy, of hope, of home, of a future, stripped of family and friends, of school and home.

Perhaps this is what made it harder for editors to accept “Fly Away,” with its hard elbows and underlying suffering. Until now.

The editors of Boudin, the “spicy online cousin” of The McNeese Review, have now chosen my flash fiction story “Fly Away” for their Finding Home: Immigration and Displacement issue. I hope you find it compelling.

Photo Credit: UN Photo/Shareef Sarhan

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