Life itself is reborn on stage. Human emotions take on new meaning. Dormant corners of our minds come awake.
For centuries, theatre has allowed us to see past the slog of our daily lives and gain new perspectives, tapping into the human experience in a way that little else does.
Perhaps American actress Audra McDonald said it best: she found home when she found theatre. But for those living under an occupation that threatens their life, is "home" safe?
In 2018, I was reciting poetry on stage at the Said al-Mishal Cultural Centre in Gaza. I couldn’t have imagined that in a few days, that stage would be reduced to rubble.
It was midday. A massive explosion rang out. Then, a newsflash: Israeli F-16 fighter jets hit Al-Mishal.
Israeli warplanes bombed a cultural center (Al mishal)w of Gaza and level it with the ground a few minutes ago #GazaUnderAttack pic.twitter.com/7ZkgVyJIkO
— Issam sammour(@Issam4Gaza) August 9, 2018
The Israeli occupation forces had shelled the theatre. It was destroyed. I was heartbroken. A chunk of my core memories of Gaza were gone; I could no longer return “home”.
I felt like my own poems were struck by the bombing. As though my metaphors and imagery had shattered and splintered alongside the building walls.
The Israeli occupation had not only demolished a place: it had erased a part of me.
To fight against the bitterness, I began reciting some of the verses those crumbled walls had heard just a few days earlier.
"My love, come learn with me how to walk and collect the tears of the wall! The city needs a river where it can throw its sorrow."