Solving the problem


 

Solving the problem

 Behind closed doors

In big dark rooms

Men in black and grey

Eating drinking Laughing and chatting away

Gather to discuss our problem

The problem of Palestinians!

 

They talked about:

Democracy, Freedom, Human rights

And a solution, a vision

That will bring peace to the troubled Middle East

 

We can easily solve this, If only

If only -those terrorist- stop their violence

They concluded

 

And as for the refugees

That’s no problem, at all

Just give them some money; compensate

And they’ll all be content

 

Those civilized

Freedom lovers, Peace protectors

Human right defenders, Inventors of ethics

 

Did they not know

That; A man with a knife

Against his throat

Has the right to push His butcher Away

 

Did they not know

That A child, Who grew up Far… far away

Deprived of the love, gentle touch

And warm hugs Of her beloved grandma

Given the infinite universe

Can never compensate her!

 

You are welcome


You are welcome

You are welcome to have my land

Yes, you can have my land

When… you are able to hear

The weeping olive tree

When pulled down

With the sharp, yellow teeth

Of your ugly bulldozer

 

Yes, you can have my land

When… you are able to feel

The agonizing pain

Of my hills and mountains… torn apart

When hit by your merciless missile

 

Yes, you can have my land

When… you are able to see

The blood of my poppies

When fallen to the ground

Crushed under the cold metallic chains

Of your vile tank

 

Yes, you can have my land

When… you are able to taste

The salty bitter flavor of slavery

Felt by my villages and towns

When under curfew for days on end

 

Yes, you can have my land

When… you are able to smell

The burning desire in my orchid’s wounded heart

To be united again with her much missed children

 

Yes, you can have my land

When… you are able to hear

The cries of the wind mourning her little ones

Who used to play… flying away

Their black and white

Red and green kites

 

 Yes, you can have my land

When… you are able to feel

The tight and shallow breathing of my home and garden

When suffocating by your nasty

Nerve and tear gas

 

Yes, you can have my land

When… you are able to see

The tears of my clouds trickling down their cheeks

When punched by the fist of your apache helicopter

 

Yes, you can have my land

When… you are able to taste

The sweetness of dignity felt by a stone

When picked up by a little hand of a brave boy

 

Yes, you can have my land

When… you are able to smell

The perfume of my earth when taking a shower

Getting ready to embrace the body

Of her beloved child

 

Yes, you can have my land

When… you are able to touch

And heal the deep bleeding wounds of my sky

Stabbed by your f16

 

Yes, you can have my land

When… you are able to teach

Your heart how to love

Every drop of water

Gushing from below

Or falling from above

 

Yes, you can have my land

When… you can gently hold

Every grain of sand

And tell her how sorry you are

For causing all the pain she’s gone through

 

Yes, you are welcome to have my land

When… you are able to hear

The whispering prayer of its angels

Chanting words of love peace and justice

For every human soul

Then…

 You are welcome to have my land

When I was seven


 

When I was seven Jesus cried

When I was seven

I was living in a beautiful village

North of Jerusalem

Near the heart of Palestine

 

I used to play where Jesus used to pray

I ran up the hills where he used to walk

Listening through the wind to the echo of his talk

“Oh, children of God, love one another”

A man of Palestine

Gentle, kind, and giving

A true prince of peace

Ever so loving

 

Up above my head

White fluffy clouds slept all day

On my blue sky’s lap

I used to lie down

Jumping with my soul up in to heaven

Weaving with the clouds

Snow white and teddy bears

I’ll make up stories

Dressed up as a princess

Dancing with the fairies

Flying on the wings of a pure white bird

With a magical brush that no one could see

I painted the world

With colours of the rainbow

 

I flew wiping tears away of every human face

Putting a big smile right in their place

 

I spoke every language with no words at all

With all words of love they answered my call

 

Every drop of water… every grain of sand

Every green leaf felt God’s loving hand

 

UNTIL

One summer day

My life was turned up-side down

 

My peaceful world

SUDDENLY .. ran away

Leaving me to drown… shivering all alone

In the grave-yard of town

 

THE SIX-DAY WAR… EVER SO CRUEL

The army of Zion marched ready to fight

Crushing us with bombs… proud of all their might

 

Stealing our country was a “ God given right”

Killing.. maiming.. destroying “CHOSEN”, so it’s all right

Bombing peaceful towns all night and day

Killing young children so no longer to play

Tearing clouds apart… scaring them away

Burning innocent lives

Chasing dreams away

 

Filled with shame and guilt of Hitler’s holocaust 

Followers of Christ people of the west

Cheered .. rejoiced ..hurray

To a cheap victory

 

While Jesus was weeping

Crying out loud

The murder of his children

And the rape of his land

When I was seven

Jesus cried

Ever so hard ! 


 

Thank you Lina


Thank you Lina 

When I visited my friend Najah in Leeds, we were sitting watching the news together with her little girl Lina, who surprised us with her deep wisdom and warm compassion

 Six year old Lina

Sitting with her mum

In her world of dreams

Gazing away

Abruptly she says

“Mama

You know those Jews

Who took our land

If suddenly they changed their mind

Decided to give it all back

Even our trees and our food

Then they’d become poor

They needn’t to worry

We will give them some of our food

Share with them every thing we have

Mama

We won’t be bad”

 

This little Lina… only months ago

Had a soldier’s gun pointing against her head

This little Lina… only weeks ago

Had her uncle’s home by their bulldozers

Razed to the ground 

This little Lina… didn’t know that

 Only today… some settlers

Protected by guns and soldiers

Invaded her village Silwan near Jerusalem

Forced the inhabitants out of their homes

And occupied them

 

This little Lina

Proved very wrong all that they say

"The abused will become the abuser"

 This little Lina… never lost her soul

This little Lina… no doubt

Is our hope

And our ultimate victory

 

Rising above


 

Rising above 

Soaked in humiliation

Standing in the corner

Of the -security check- cubical

All alone

No mum to hold my hand

Or calm down my fear

No dad to hide my shame

And wipe my tears away

No shoes, no socks, no clothes

Not even underwear

After being stripped by her

The stern face of this woman soldier

Was looking down at me in fury and contempt

 

She started her interrogation:

Where are you going to?

Palestine, my little shaky voice replied

Where are you going to? louder and firmer

Palestine, swiftly this time

There is no Palestine, do you understand

No more Palestine

Where are you going?  shouting with rage

Palestine, assertively

Determined to deny her the pleasure

Of hearing the word she wanted to hear

 

A refugee, visiting my stolen Palestine

For the first time since the occupation

A little girl of nine

Defiant full of dignity I leave

Holding in my heart

My very own victory

 

Simple truth


 

Simple truth 

Give me some pebbles to throw

Pebbles are the pathway to life

The echo of its music stays

Long after the shadow of the tyrant

 Fades away

  

Tell me;

Did you spend your life

Searching for happiness

Running after crumbs of food

Accumulating tons of rotting clothes

Desiring heaps of rusty cars

Building a house of rubbles

Chasing a mirage?

 

Calm down

Sit for a moment

And listen to your heart-beat

Whispering :

Your tomorrow never comes

Your yesterday has long gone

Your life is nothing but this moment

You are no-where; but now and here

Don’t travel far

The dream of happiness you’re after

Is very near; inside

 

So, give me some pebbles to throw

 Pebbles are the pathway to life

The echo of its music stays

Long after the shadow of the tyrant

 Fades away

 

 

My first letter


 

My first letter

During the 1967 war, I was only seven when we were forced to leave Palestine in search of safety, thinking that it’s only a matter of weeks before we could go back home. We were denied that right ever since.

As a refugee in Jordan I wrote this letter to my auntie who stayed behind in Palestine.  However, she never received it.  When I saw her 37 years later, I read the letter to her face to face.

 

 

Dearest Auntie Intisar,

I have been waiting

For many, many days

Many, many weeks

To come back home

And see you

Give you a big hug

I miss you so

I miss my bedtime stories

You used to tell me

Ali Baba, wishater Hassan

I miss your warm and gentle hand

Stroking through my hair

Till I fall asleep

 

I tried to come with my mum

And cross the boarders

Many times

“They” wouldn’t let us through

If I’d known

That this is what they’d do

I would never ever have left Palestine

But don’t worry auntie

Because I have a plan…

When I grow up

I’ll go to university

I’ll study magic

then become a fairy

I’ll turn all the soldiers into little ants

Harmless, tiny and peaceful

They’ll go away

And Leave us alone

We’ll cross the boarders

And be together again

In our homeland

Palestine

 

Love, hugs and kisses

Your niece

Nahida x x x

x x x x x

 

If Only You Could Hear!


If Only You Could Hear!

If you can

Just sit for a moment

And listen …

Listen to the birds

Singing songs of praise

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Listen … to the breeze

Whispering to the trees

“Would you pray with me tonight?”

“Yes, with all my heart,

Love, joy and delight”

 

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Listen …

Can you hear the rhythm

Of the stone’s heartbeat?

“I love you God”

Their words with every beat

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Listen …

Can you hear the silence

In a tranquil summer night

Deep … deep .. silence

Is the language of the heart

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Listen …

Rain drops tap-dancing

Tip-top … drip-drop

Tiny elegant steps

A never-ending story

Proclaiming God’s wonders

And His majestic glory 

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Listen …

Can you feel the serenity

Of golden wheat grains

Bowing down their heads

Giving mother earth

A great big embrace

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Listen…

Can you hear the rainbow

Stretching up and down

Reaching out to heaven

Then bending like a clown

Dazzling amalgamation

Most certainly divine

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Listen …

The dignified roses

Extending out their hands

Calling you to pray

Come and join the crowd

God is The Greatest

Most Gracious, Most Kind

 

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Listen …

Atoms are dancing

Going round and round

Joyful in their orbits

What a graceful band

Praising their creator

Joining hand in hand

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Listen …

Numbers are standing

Magnificent is the sign

Starting from the zero

Infinite is the line

Unique in their performance

Majestic their design

Praying in adoration

Humbly kneeling down

 

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Listen …

Galaxies are twirling

Wrapped up in cosmic light

Swaying in their dresses

Glowing through the night

All shapes colours and sizes

What an awesome sight

Glorifying their Designer

Grace, peace and delight

 

 

Political Mathematics


 

 

WARNING

 

 Hazardous Zone

Don’t read this poem if :

 

1-     you hate mathematics

2-    you hate politics

3-     you hate history

4-     you have a medical restrictions against using your brain

5-     you’ve been through some bad experiences during your education, that left you traumatized by Algebra

 

 

Political Mathematics OR Mathematical Politics

 

X=  In 1948, a small country,

Called Palestine

Was savagely attacked

By Zionist Jews

Who came from all over the world

80% of the land was occupied

They then named it “Israel

In 1967, the rest of Palestine

 Was taken over

* * * * *

Y= Palestine was inhabited by Palestinians

Which (according to Zionists)

Was defined as Φ

 i.e. the Palestinians didn’t exist

Still, they killed some of them

Exiled some more

And kept the rest under occupation

* * * * *

Z= Palestinians, like every other nation

 Resisted occupation

 For over than 46 years

Non violent Strikes

 And demonstrations

* * * * *

A= In 1994, in the month of Ramadan

A settler named Goldstein

Armed to his teeth

Entered a mosque in Hebron

Attacked the worshipers

 While kneeling down

He injured over sixty

And massacred 29

* * * * *

B=   A few days later

Surprise surprise

The first Palestinian

Suicide-bombing

Was the front page cover

In every news paper

* * * * *

How can you solve the problem?

Given that:     F= freedom    J= Justice    P= Peace S= Security     W= war  

Z + B = Resistance        X + Y + A = Aggressive Occupation   

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Solution 1: (by a Soft Zionist)

 

Palestine was only a piece of Arab land

Oil rich countries, with plenty in hand

All we want is “peace”, so, why not divide?

93:7 seems a fair deal .so, hurry up, and decide

We’ll cage all the terrorists, to be safe and sound

Only 3 million, hope you don’t mind

 

S=W+ P +J + F

X+Y+A = 93    Z+B = 7

Security =  war + peace + justice + freedom

Aggressive Occupation = 93          Resistance= 7

 

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Solution 2: (by a Right Wing Christian Zionist)

 

Palestine is a third world country

Backwards, uncivilized

Just give it all away

To some-one more deserving

Who looks more like us

Until the second coming

Of a “violent” Jesus Christ

Who will kill all the “badies”

And give us eternal life

And forever remember

In the dictionary of power

 Might is always right

The struggle for freedom

Is the twin-half of terror

So, bombard the natives

With ethics so superior

To give up resistance

And live as inferiors

Teach them our morality

Of turning the other cheek

It’s gracious, it’s noble and obviously sleek

 

P = Σ W + S – F – J

X+Y+A = 100     Z+B = 0  

Peace =  catastrophic wars +  security   – freedom – justice

Aggressive Occupation = 100              Resistance= 0     

 

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Solution 3: (by an Average Zionists)

 

It’s very complicated, you see

Israel” is a tiny peaceful country

With unidentified borders

And a shape so absurd

Swamped by a sea of hatred

Of terrorist Arabs, all around

Fairly and truly

In order to survive

With safety and security

All intact

We need much  much more land

And in the mean time

We’ll keep the Palestinians under our eyes

Crush their spirits, with even more lies

Until one day, they loose all the hope

They’ll give up and  go

“Voluntary transferred

A pureJewish state

 Only then, will be declared

 

S = 235 W – F – J + p

 X+Y+A = 500      Z+B = – 300

& redefine p as :     P = piece of land

Security = 235 wars – freedom – justice + a piece of land   

Aggressive Occupation = 500           Resistance = -300    

————————————————————————————————————————————–

Solution 4: (by an Ordinary Person)

 

Palestine is the holy land

It’s a treasure for all mankind

It’s an easy problem, if we use our mind

Start by correcting all the wrongs

Making them right

Give the Palestinians their own homes back

Return of refugees is a must, all right

Disarm the Zionist; the law of fairness is a fundamental fact

Theft of a whole country is a Crime Against Humanity

You want your redemption, give it all back

 

P + S =  F + J – W

 If  X+Y+B=0         Z+B=0

Peace + security = freedom + justice – war

If   Aggressive Occupation = 0                   Resistance= 0

 

 

Just a passer-by


Just a passer-by

After the murder of 12 years old Muhammed Eddurra live on TV, I used to wear an apron with his photo on it and stand in town as a sign of protest against this vile crime, one day a man came up to me expressing his support and admiration to the Palestinian people, I wrote the meaning of what he said in this poem.

 He didn’t even say his name

Just a passer-by

He wasn’t after wealth or fame

Swiftly went the way he came

A heavenly fragrance, a gentle breeze

Soothing my suffering, pain and shame

His few kind words

Kissed better my sore, painful wounds

Caused by years of occupation…

 

“You, the Palestinian nation

The bravest of all, no exaggeration

Yours is the battle of every generation

Your sacrifice is beyond imagination

You’re humanity’s torch and inspiration”

 

I bowed my head down

In appreciation!!!

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