My hatred for him surpasses the length of the world’s mountains, and my rage against him is as vast as the roaring, frozen oceans. My fury at him is as massive as erupting volcanoes whose flames never die, and my anger at him as deep as the earth’s trembling core between the horns of a maddened bull. My loathing for him stretches to the ultimate ends, the edge of the end, and the end of the end. And my prayers against him rise day and night: with every dawn and sunset, with the appearance of each crescent moon, during eclipses, on the eve of Rajab, and mid-Shaaban… in winter and in summer… under the dome of the sky and under the lamplight… before eating and after eating. On foot and riding, alone or among others, in bowing and prostration, on the plain of Arafat, before the Prophet’s shrine, around the saintly tombs, in the courtyard of Lady Zainab and Sayyidna Hussein, whenever I lift my face to the heavens, whenever the call to prayer strikes my ears, or when I listen to verses of the Holy Qur’an… I curse Benjamin. A daily routine, as natural as the flow of my blood, the rhythm of my breath, the blink of my eye, the nod of my head, the doze of my eyelid. My curses follow him, my tongue utters them—deliberately, casually, with intent and persistence—wherever I am: when crossing a doorway, opening a window, standing before a stove, pulling a blanket, or watching a classroom of children.

I curse him with the burning of my heart, the agony of my pain, the revolt of my helplessness, the depth of my sorrows, and the tremor of my anger… He is the devil that never rests, the rabid beast that never tires of gnawing, the unleashed scourge loosed upon nations to torment mankind… the angel of death for children, divider of communities, thief of homelands, plunderer of land and honor, vampire, ripper of wombs, companion of the deranged, master of massacres, bat of the graves, strangler of livelihoods, chief of cowards, cunning schemer, numb of feeling, sick of soul, vile in traits, criminal of war. This Benjamin—condemned already by the highest court of the universe—steals our sleep, our safety, our comfort, our laughter. He plants thorns in our pillows, crushes our spirits, strangles our feasts, shackles our joys, poisons our days, kills our brothers, tortures our neighbors, orphans their children, bereaves their mothers, destroys their homes, expels their people, starves their bellies, steals their bread, wipes out their crops, their harvests, their knowledge, their medicine. The agony of sound and image from our neighboring land makes a morsel bitter, a sip of water a choking lump, turns song to corruption, celebration meaningless, success hollow, verse crippled, conferences useless, headlines cryptic, statements void, calls mere wind grasping, deficiencies multiplying, declarations written on water, events devouring verb, subject, and object, condemnations piling like garbage heaps. O climber of trees, bring me a cow with you, to milk patience into my mouth and wipe the tears of grief from my eyes—for sixty-one thousand martyrs, for one hundred forty-five thousand wounded, for the thousands still beneath the rubble.

And every day the screen shows chalk-marked corpses by the hundreds, mourned by grieving mothers in the hundreds, waiting their turn in the queue of shrouded chalk—one third of the victims women. And the child-killer is unrestrained, escalating, invading Gaza anew—as if he were not already there—sowing tyranny, corruption, annihilation unchecked, unmoved by the world’s growing hatred of him and his clique. His devil drives him, others grant him green light to pursue the path of perdition. Malignant of face and soul, devoid of compassion, sly whisperer, lurking fiend… I curse Benjamin, son of Tsila Segal and Zion Netanyahu, that God soon show us the vengeance that heals our burning hearts. For no punishment equals his crimes, not even if he shares the fate of his fellow butcher, Ariel Sharon, who lay comatose for eight years (2006–2014) while worms devoured his body and larvae feasted on his organs alive. And yesterday I saw him again—deranged, unbridled—in his grim visage, hateful presence, raving about “Greater Israel.” Oh Benjamin, may calamities crash upon you! Every drop of my blood seethes against you. From the core of my heart, I supplicate: may mountains of affliction crush you, Benjamin of Israel, may ruin befall you. We have entrusted your case to the Almighty alone, that He show us His supreme justice in you… O Omnipotent, O Generous.

The War Criminal

Surely history will place Benjamin Netanyahu alone upon the platform of the most, the fastest, the dumbest, the most failed prime minister ever to, within months, earn the hatred and enmity of four billion human beings—half the world’s population—toward his person, his state, his faith, his creed, his army, his tongue, and his wife. He stands atop skulls of ruin like a scarecrow crying in the theater of black comedy: “These are the days of great victories.” If the conscience of the world has long been late to wake—as it always is—the recent weeks have let the blood of Gaza’s children pound upon the walls of conscience and centers of decision-making, especially in the West, so that words like genocide and famine became the main headlines. The images of catastrophe slipped into parties, universities, households, filled the screens. Hatred numbers appeared in the latest global survey conducted by the ADL in cooperation with the international company Ipsos, results published January 14, 2025, analyzed by The Jerusalem Post on January 27, 2025. The survey sample: 58,000 people from 103 countries representing 94% of the world’s adult population over 21. And the Israeli paper wonders: why such hatred, when most of these four billion who hate Israel have never even seen a Jew in their lives?! Why such hatred for the Jewish minority?!

The reasons came plainly in the words of Israeli writer Benny Morris in The Jerusalem Post:     1.    The indifference of the Jewish public toward the mass killing in Gaza according to Netanyahu’s plan, including the murder of women and children.     2.    Indifference also toward starving Palestinians in the West Bank by denying them work, causing poverty and hunger, alongside abuse and the killing of dozens by settlers.     3.    The daily dehumanization of Palestinians: soldiers’ testimonies about killing civilians in Gaza, soldiers’ brutality, prison guards forcing detainees—half-naked, mostly civilians—into detention camps; the routine beatings and torture in prisons. All while Israeli society stands unmoved.

These are real, tangible reasons for the world’s hatred. Global outrage at Jews has nothing to do with antisemitism, Holocaust denial, or belittling it—nor with the other illusions many Jews cling to inside and outside Israel as they hound the people of conscience who reject massacres and destruction, not just in Gaza but wherever Palestinians seek refuge.

Among the foremost voices rejecting and condemning Israeli crimes of extermination are world-renowned writers—German, Vietnamese, Russian, American, and even Israeli—who declared their opposition openly and clearly, before witnesses. The German Nobel laureate Günter Grass described Israel as the greatest threat to world peace; his poem “What Must Be Said” was published in major papers like The New York Times, La Repubblica, and Süddeutsche Zeitung, criticizing Germany for supplying arms to Israel. His words echoed in German policy, as Germany later banned weapons sales to Israel.

The Russian philosopher Alexander Dugin declared that supporting Israel under current circumstances is “immoral.” American writer Nathan Thrall, in his 2023 book “A Day in the Life of Abed Salama”, shed light on the Israeli occupation of the West Bank; for that, Zionist pressure blocked him from distributing or reading excerpts in London, New York, Los Angeles, and Washington.

Vietnamese-American Pulitzer Prize winner Viet Thanh Nguyen signed an open letter condemning Israel’s atrocities in Gaza. The response? His scheduled literary readings were cancelled two days before his travel, without explanation. In his letter he had fiercely denounced Israel’s indiscriminate violence against Palestinians.

Many such open letters exist, denouncing Israeli violence and declaring solidarity with Palestine. Among them, American writer Cornel West wrote: “We stand in solidarity with anyone under occupation… anyone oppressed… anyone wronged. That is why we all focus on Gaza at this moment.”

And a witness from within: Israeli writer Miko Peled says the Israeli war began 75 years ago, not in October 2023. Zionism as a movement—and the state it birthed—declared war on the Palestinian people. We have seen with our eyes ethnic cleansing and genocide. We have seen apartheid up close. Peled describes Israel as a “terrorist state,” drawing attention to decades of oppression: “Palestinians live under terror every single day.”

In a phone debate, he confronted British anchor James Whale and his Jewish colleague Ash Gould for their pro-Israel stance: “Have you lost your minds?! This is madness! You want to condemn the victims?! Over 12,000 children were slaughtered, and you condemn Palestinians?!”

“Damn you, shame on you. You support a genocidal, racist state today, and you talk about World War II? Shame! You are liars and hypocrites from a nest of hypocrites.”

Peled added: “The Gaza Strip was created as a detention camp. They crammed into it Palestinians displaced from other parts of Palestine, locked them in, called it the Gaza Strip. From the beginning, they bombed and killed them. They turned it into a death camp. And now they want to move them out of this death camp. The truth is: this is about erasing a nation, a people, a culture.”

To be continued in Part Two…

Source: Al-Ahram Newspaper