Posted on November 24, 2006 by Nahida Exiled Palestinian
Woodland symphony
The last lonely ray of sunshine
Kissed my face goodbye
Gently warming my soul
A soft blanket of summer warmth
Draws near
Giving my heart a big hug
In the deep woodland silence
Every language was spoken
With no words at all
I could hear them loud and clear
In my heart within my soul
Their mysterious charming whispers
Chanting psalms and chatting away
Softly praying with compassion
Tender voices and delight
In harmony they sang their hymns
I couldn’t help but joining in
We became one symphony
Showered with bliss,
Divine love and joy
Heavenly music is found here
Escape the fuss, come and rejoice
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Posted on November 24, 2006 by Nahida Exiled Palestinian
Finger prints
I often wondered why
Can’t I
See the beauty in a plastic jar
Touch the warmth of an iron bar
Feel the passion of a metallic car
Unlike a rose, a bird, a baby, a tree, a stone, or a star
Suddenly, I came to realize
That all real beauties
From the largest galaxy
To the smallest grain of sand
Carry the same mysterious
Fingerprint
The one and only
The original
Signature of God
Yet on the others you read:
Artificially
"Man-made"
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Posted on November 24, 2006 by Nahida Exiled Palestinian
I am
Q: Who are you?
A: A Muslim
Q: Fundamentalist?
A: A Palestinian
Q: Terrorist?
A: A woman
Q: Oppressed?
Why paint me using no colour?
Why put me in boxes of your Creation?
Why hurt me with such Determination?
Why judge me with no appreciation?
Just light a little candle in your heart
To shed some light
You’ll see me better
No doubt!
Keep me not in the darkness
Out of your sight
Open the boxes and let me out
Hurt me no more
You have no right
See me in full colour
Then, watch me with delight
Just let me be who I am
A human
Who chooses to love and serve her maker
Who happened to be a woman
From The Holy Land
Palestine…
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Posted on November 24, 2006 by Nahida Exiled Palestinian
A refugee with a crazy shoe
Dressed up in school uniform
Beautiful strips of white and blue
With a starched lacy ribbon
Mama ties up my long plaited hair
“You look so smart
My little princess”
With a warm big hug
“Off you go”
She says
Ooopppsss
It’s been raining
It’s cold…
My feet are freezing
My socks are soaking!!!
You’re at it again
And you’re still laughing
With a mouth wide open
My crazy hungry shoe!
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Posted on November 24, 2006 by Nahida Exiled Palestinian
About Chains
How strange are chains
They remind me of many things!
Of slavery, of captivity
Lack of freedom
Injustice, inequality
And oppression
Yet, they remind me of unity as well
Of extending hands
Reaching out
Hand in hand, connecting
And the strength of togetherness
The paradox of chains is…
The paradox of life!
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Posted on November 24, 2006 by Nahida Exiled Palestinian
A cry for peace
We can sit and weep forever
For losing “peace”
In our lives
In our homes
Within our families
In our countries
On our Earth
Sitting down there crying
Can’t bring “peace” safely back home
There is only one way
To find the long lost “peace”
Just by being just
For justice and peace come as a one
Hand in hand
If we want just peace
We must have a just peace
Only then the cry for peace
Will become the joy of peace
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Posted on November 24, 2006 by Nahida Exiled Palestinian
The colour is that of love
So vivid, so loud
When glowing inside you
Nothing can hide
The fragrance is that of joy
Twisting and twirling
With a rainbow spiral
Elevating you to heaven
The touch is that of passion
Amusement and wonder
Like a baby’s soft hand
Wrapped around your finger
So pretty, so graceful
in beautiful velvet dresses
Holding on to one another
As a loving family kind and tender
Gently warming your heart
With magical memories of all your loved ones
Peacefully softening your soul
With words of praise
That you didn’t even know
You knew
Gasping for its final breath
This pure innocent soul
Was still giving away
So generously
All its being
Loving unconditionally
With no expectations
Along side the dying beauty
Was the murder weapon
Top quality stainless steel, they say
So sharp it can rip a bone apart
The cold creepy jaw
Sends shivers down your spine
The painful pointy edges await in hunger
To claim the life of yet another victim
And if you look closer
With your eyes wide open
You might even see
The blood droplets
Of a dying rose
On the shiny sharp teeth
Of a stainless steal scissors
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Posted on November 24, 2006 by Nahida Exiled Palestinian
A conversation between two hearts
Joy?! What is joy?
It is that feeling
When you start jumping
Up and down?
It is that feeling
When you are beating
As fast as you can!
Aha… I know,
But, that to me
Is fear and terror
When f16’s are shelling
Every house in town
I start jumping
Like a mad clown!
Is this really joy?
No… No
Joy is that feeling
When you are going
To meet some dear one you love
As if you’re flying in the clouds
Up above
Aha… I know
But this is to me
So sad and painful
For I can’t stop the tears flooding down
Looking at my father
Behind the prison bars!
Unable to touch him
Or even kiss him goodbye!
Is this really joy?
No… No
Joy is what you get
When you really want
Just to stop all time
Wishing that
The hand of the clock
Never ticks, nor tocks
Freezing that moment
Forever and ever!
Aha… I know
But, this is to me
Horror and beyond
When soldiers come dashing
Knocking at the door
Crashing and smashing
Mixing rice flour and oil
Looking for my brother
Who just turned thirteen
Is this really joy?
No… No
Joy is so warm
Like,
When you’re wrapped up
In your cozy bed
In a soft blanket
With your cuddly toy!
Aha… I know
But, this is what I get
When they start bombing
The late night shelling
I feel hot and sweaty
Hiding under my bed
Scared and terrified
Is that really joy?
No… No
Joy is so sweet
Like chocolate and candy-bars
When you start eating
You can never stop
Aha… but I don’t know
What is chocolate?
And what is candy-bars?
I guess I’ll never know
What is joy
For I am only
The heart
Of a Palestinian boy
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Posted on November 24, 2006 by Nahida Exiled Palestinian
The Play
Venue: The Holy Land/ Palestine
Time: 1948 am- 2006 pm (58 years)
Tickets: free to all nations
First scene: 1948
Shoot them
Kill them
Burn them
Don’t leave any of them
But.. but sir,
They’re only unarmed civilians
Soldier, these are orders
YES SIR
Thousands killed, hundreds of thousands made refugees
Second scene: 1967 (19 years later)
Shoot them
Kill them
Burn them
Don’t leave any of them
But..but sir
They’re defending their homes
Soldier.. obey the orders
YES SIR
Thousands killed ,hundreds of thousands more refugees
Third scene: 1987 (20 years later)
Shoot them
Kill them
Burn them
Don’t leave any of them
But..but sir
They’re only children
Order.. I want order , soldier
A NEW WORLD ORDER !
YES SIR
Thousands killed, no one is leaving home
No more refugees!
Forth scene: 2006 (18 years later)
Shoot them
Kill them
Burn them
Don’t leave any of them
But.. But sir I DID
And I can’t get rid of them!
To be continued….
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Posted on November 24, 2006 by Nahida Exiled Palestinian
Did you touch the sky, one day
With finger-tips of love and joy ?
Did you feel the wind, one day
Dancing with your heart … hoy… hoy
Did you hear your doll, one day
Praying along with every toy ?
Did you smell the grass, one day
Breathing hope in and out comes pain ?
Did you slide the rainbow, one day
Ridding wings of angels… painting drops of rain ?
Did you ask your self, one day
Am I really mad
Or simply…just sane !
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