How Will You Dismantle Hamas, You Fool?

By Khalil Al-Nizami

This morning, the Israeli Foreign Minister stood with his stern expression and rigid demeanor, calling for the "dismantling of Hamas,” as though he were suggesting a simple rearrangement of furniture in his living room. He spoke with a tone of certainty, as if revolutionary movements were delicate ideas that could be dissolved with words spoken from an air-conditioned podium.

Dear Minister, let’s simplify the matter for you. Hamas is not just a handful of men dressed in military fatigues and carrying rifles.

Let me explain:

They are the sons of the land, raised on its solid rocks and under its burning sun. Think of a child born amidst the drone of aircraft, of a young man for whom siege is as routine as breakfast, of a mother sending her children to school, knowing they may not return safely. These people are Hamas; they are the idea you wish to dismantle.

You, son of Sarah, may have political ambitions and personal dreams of erasing Hamas, perhaps relishing your quiet nights strategizing on "dismantling.” But you’ve overlooked a simple, fundamental truth: ideas, son of a cursed one, cannot be fought with missiles or confined by walls. And do you know why? Because ideas, unlike walls, do not age or crumble. An idea lives on, it multiplies, it passes from generation to generation, like an encrypted message that defies all attempts at suppression. Do you understand my words?

Let’s assume, for the sake of argument, that Israel—with its tanks, army, and digital military technology—truly decided to "dismantle Hamas.” Will they enter tunnels dug with sweat and sacrifice, or will they pounce upon the idea of resistance as though it were a worthless piece of paper? Who will tell them that an idea does not die with its bearers? Will they seal it in airtight bags and place it in a dark room, waiting for it to vanish? Or will they attempt to strip people of their right to dream of freedom for their land? Tell me, honestly—how will this operation work? What absurdity is this, you son of a disgrace?

To dismantle Hamas, you would need to dismantle the minds and souls of Arabs and Muslims, to tear memories from the hearts of generations, especially the children, to erase history from the walls of alleys and streets. To dismantle the idea of resistance, you would need a meticulously engineered process of collective forgetting—a forgetting of wounds, of losses, of massacres, and of the mothers who keep the photos of their martyred sons beneath pillows in refugee tents.

Oh, esteemed minister, do you truly believe you can eradicate an idea rooted in its land, embedded in the hearts of its people, as if you could strip the ocean of its waves or separate the desert from its sands? But let me, a simple, rural Jordanian farmer, reveal a secret to you: the idea always returns, manifesting in a thousand forms and colors. The idea your predecessors, now reveling in the fires of hell alongside Abu Jahl, tried to erase did not disappear. Instead, it became symbols, anthems, stories told in every home, and narratives found in school and university books. It became songs sung during the nights of siege, and a determination ignited in the hearts of the young before the old.

Hamas is not a transient organization to be subdued by brute force, nor is it a resistance waiting to depart on the next flight of betrayal. It is part of the pulse of its land, and you will not dismantle the land’s heartbeat, just as you cannot dismantle the echo from the mountain’s depths, or the fragrance from its flowers.

So, Your Excellency, esteemed and honorable minister of triviality, let me ask you with all irony: how will you dismantle the idea?