...The Poison Chef Drinks It Himself, Barely
One is not only surprised but outright bewildered by the clamor stirred on social media after each statement made by a Hamas official. These statements have increasingly veered away from the general sentiment of the Palestinian people—especially those in Gaza—as the war drags on and the humanitarian crisis deepens to unprecedented levels. The latest such example came from Hamas leader Osama Hamdan, who claimed, “We have won, and we will make no concessions.” This sparked a torrent of insults and outrage directed at him.
You begin to wonder: After all these years, all these wars, all this destruction—do people still not know what Hamas is, who Osama Hamdan is, or what he represents? Apparently, they were expecting him to stand up responsibly, to tell the truth and be transparent about the real situation on the ground.
But no one has the right to expect better words from him. In his view, the 2.5 million Palestinians in Gaza are nothing more than temple servants at Hamas’s altar, chanting its praises morning and night as if that might repay their supposed debt. Hamas has sent them and their children to gardens of paradise as wide as the heavens and the earth. It has housed them there in homes better than their refugee camp shacks. It has quenched their thirst with a drink after which they’ll never thirst again. It has made their children’s flesh into shields for tank treads, fed their corpses to beasts and scavengers.
And if anyone hesitates to glorify this divine movement after all that—they are damned until the end of days. For Hamdan, “victory” is collective death, like the people of the trench. Haven’t you heard him describe casualties as “only” the fallen fighters? As for everyone else, per Khaled Meshaal, those are merely tactical losses.
Look at Hamdan’s own son, not even thirty years old, speaking from hundreds of kilometers away from Gaza, declaring on behalf of 2.5 million people: “In Gaza, we have no white flags—only shrouds to wrap our dead.” Wasn’t it Mahmoud al-Zahar who said the Palestinian cause is no more than a toothpick in the ocean of Muslim issues?
With such clarity, who is at fault—him or you? He speaks to you based on his own texts, his own understanding, drawn from a version of Islam learned in Sayyid Qutb’s school. You, on the other hand, speak from a place of mercy, of the sanctity of human life.
One activist, seemingly asleep for the past 18 years, wonders if Hamdan even knows Rafah is being razed and a buffer zone is being carved out. To those who think Hamdan is unaware of what’s happening in Gaza: you are mistaken. He knows better than most. He knows Israel’s plan is to reoccupy Gaza, halve its population and usable land, create buffer zones, and annex over half the Strip for so-called security reasons. But none of this matters to him. He doesn’t have a home built from decades of sweat, now reduced to rubble. He hasn’t buried his children's limbs. He hasn’t tasted death’s variety.
When the war in Lebanon escalated, he fled with his family to North Africa. He didn’t wait for heaven’s promise to lift him skyward with the martyrs. He chose safety—then turned to accuse Gazans who cling to their land of being traitors for merely demanding a ceasefire, so they could pitch a tent on what’s left of their homes in Beit Lahia and Jabalia.
The sky did not rain down Al-Qaeda, ISIS, or Jabhat al-Nusra upon us. The earth did not sprout militias of Mahdi or his sisters. Yet we dismiss all these evils by claiming they were created in enemy labs, pretending we can’t distinguish between historical origins and modern usage.
Gentlemen, these are simply the fruits of a religious ideology gone astray since the death of the Prophet (peace be upon him). Most of them emerged from the Muslim Brotherhood’s cloak, crafting a distorted mindset willing to believe anything. They still believe they are “the best nation,” and cling to that “you were” as if they still are. They think they alone possess the ultimate truth about the universe, God, and humanity.
Every beginning has intellectual foundations. What can you expect from someone who believes Abu Musab al-Zarqawi has a seat in heaven and Pope Francis is in hell’s lowest level? He’ll fight you over it and demand you repent for saying otherwise. He cannot comprehend that metaphysics are God’s domain alone. As for the world and its laws—value lies in what benefits people and avoids harm.
The first waves of Islamic University of Gaza graduates began arriving at West Bank colleges in the late ’70s and early ’80s. Those who remember that era recall the rise of student activism—along with the emergence of chains, pipes, and clubs as tools in endless clashes with supporters of the PLO. This monster, unleashed by the occupation in 1979, started by burning a book fair organized by the Palestinian Red Crescent in Gaza—despite the presence of religious books and Qur’ans.
I wasn’t shocked by the bloody 2007 coup, nor by people being thrown off rooftops, shot in the legs, or dragged through the streets. I’d already seen it at An-Najah University—people thrown from building bridges, girls detained for not wearing hijab, mobs terrorizing students at Birzeit with glass bottles, stones, and sharp objects.
My first direct encounter was in late 1981 during a verbal clash at Qalandia Institute with a student named Fathi Hammad from Gaza’s Beach Camp—later to become Hamas’s interior minister after Said Siam’s death. I tried to calm a commotion of 30 students breaking up a scuffle. He turned and said, “You don’t intervene—these guys wouldn’t have dared without your incitement!” Then came the accusations of apostasy.
Eventually, I found out the entire incident began with two students jokingly splashing each other in separate showers, one of which was near Hammad. That’s it. Yet he invented a whole narrative, redirected the blame, and accused me just for being ideologically different.
That moment became a turning point in my life. Before I even turned 20, I was firmly convinced: there is no coexisting with this ideology. Sadly, every subsequent incident only reinforced that belief.
I’m not a psychologist, but the horror in Gaza during this war pushed me to study this deeply. The cold-hearted responses of Hamas leaders raise the question: is this devout religiosity, or psychological disorder? These are not isolated cases—they’re part of a generational trend. Families erased, limbs weighed, corpses scavenged, ancient stories like the people of the trench and Pharaoh’s hairdresser invoked like prophecy.
These are not tales to skip over. They demand reflection. For me, the conclusion is clear: we’re witnessing severe psychological disorders rooted in deep, chronic exposure to a distorted religious ideology that holds no value for human life.
So don’t be surprised when even leftist and nationalist movements adopt the language of these ideologies to survive in the street. The occupier, seeing this, began fueling secondary contradictions within the Palestinian body until they overtook the main contradiction.
But they overlooked a universal truth: poison chefs eventually drink their own brew. And so it was. America was not spared by Al-Qaeda. Russia bled in Chechnya. Britain, France, Germany, and even Israel—all tasted it. So did Egypt and the rest of the Arab world, with Jordan being the latest.
All who gave these groups life and political legitimacy were eventually destroyed by them. Even Yasser Arafat wasn’t spared. They violated his home after death and stomped on his image. That is their nature—they will never change.
They are afflicted with the syndrome of religious trauma and violence.
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