Thus Spoke Zarathustra

[3 Ramadhan 1446 H, Monas Square, dusk. A sea of keffiyehs, Indonesian flags, and banners reading “Bebaskan Palestina” and “One Land, One Truth.” Interfaith leaders—Muslim imams, Christian priests, Hindu elders, Buddhist monk —side by side on the stage. A massive screen projects Gaza’s rubble, then Jerusalem’s ancient stones. The speaker—Zarathustra, —steps up, mic in hand.]

“Assalamualaikum, brothers and sisters of Indonesia! From Jakarta to the Holy Land, we stand as one. Five thousand years whisper to us tonight—this land, this struggle, is ours to reclaim. Not for one people, not for one flag, but for all who call it home. Are you with me?”?

“Look back—five thousand years of history scream the truth. Before Israel, before Zionism, there were Canaanites building Jericho’s walls. There were Philistines on Gaza’s shores. Persians, Romans, Muslims, Ottomans—all left their mark. This land was never empty, never owned by one voice alone. Zionists say it’s their destiny, waving a book from three thousand years ago. But what of our books? What of our mosques, our churches, our shared blood in this soil? This isn’t their land—it’s ours, all of ours, a tapestry they cannot unravel!”?

“They call it liberation—I call it theft. Zionism isn’t freedom; it’s the West’s last colony, built on the bones of Palestinians. In 1948, they drove out 700,000 souls—the Nakba, a wound still bleeding. Sound familiar? Our fathers fought the Dutch, spilled blood for this archipelago. Palestine fights now—not for scraps, but for justice. Israel’s settlers aren’t pioneers; they’re echoes of empires we buried. We Indonesians know this fight—colonialism must end, here and there!”?

“Two states? Dead. A dream drowned in settlements and walls. Today, five million Palestinians live caged—no vote, no voice—while seven million Jews rule. They call it democracy; I call it apartheid. One state is the answer—one land, one people, one vote. Jew, Muslim, Christian, side by side, equal under the sun. From Jakarta’s harmony, we prove it works. Zionism demands segregation—we demand justice!”?

“Who pays for this? Follow the money—the U.S. dollar’s dirty war. A hundred fifty billion dollars since 1948, propping settlers, arming jets that bomb children. Gulf oil once fed their banks; now it’s ours to redirect. Saudi brothers, Emirati kin—join us, ditch the petrodollar, fund freedom! BRICS rises—China, Russia, India—with us, not them. Their illusion of money crumbles when we say no. Starve the beast, free the land!”?

“They call Palestinians terrorists. I call them human. A mother shielding her child from rubble, a boy throwing stones at tanks—these are not crimes, they’re cries for life. Our heroes fought with bamboo spears; Palestinians fight with what they have. Zionism paints survival as evil—we paint it as courage. History honors the defiant, not the oppressor. From Jakarta to every corner of the city around the world, to the Palestinian, we also say: Resistance is our right!”?

“Brothers, sisters, this is our moment. From Monas to the world—spread this truth. The Zionist machine is loud, but we are louder. Five thousand years of shared history, one future of shared justice—this is our weapon. Will you fight for it?”?