What is going on?


Un-Merry Christmas for me!

What is going on?


“Hello is this the Christmas Help Line?”


“Yes… good afternoon and merry Christmas

Angela speaking

How can I help you?

Are you feeling lonely today?”


“Absolutely, awfully lonely

And I have a serious problem

Grave one without a doubt

May be you could help… sort me out

People around me are buoyant and joyful

Oblivious to what’s happening

To the precious baby

They’re rejoicing for


Celebrating his birthday

While he’s dying

A thousand deaths a day


Feasting lavishly

Partying like mad

While he’s awaiting starvation

Persecution… torture… humiliation

And targeted assassination

Isn’t that sad


Oh little baby of Nazareth

Can they not sense your pain?

Can they not see you bleeding?

Can they not hear you weeping?

Time and time again


And you, little town of Bethlehem

Can you hear them singing your name?

Do you feel the stabbing of their feet

As they dance over your wounds with glee

While you’re drenched with hurt and shame


Oh little town of Bethlehem

Have they not noticed

The limbless forsaken petrified child

They have made you

As they dragged you into their fantasy fame


Oh wingless heartbroken Jerusalem

Tell me

How can they fail to see your tears?

Are they blissfully ignorant or pretending to be?

Would they pop up their life-bubbles

And face reality


 “Dear caller

Who is speaking?

I didn’t catch your name?

Be reassured

It’s all confidential

Every thing you say?”


“Have you heard of Jesus?

I am his mother… who raised him

I am his daughter… who loved him

I am his sister… who held him

I am his friend… who embraced him

I am the fisherman… who fed him

I am the wise-man … who visited him 

I am the Shepard… who believed him

I am the disciple… who followed him

I am the Palestinian … who made my heart his home”


“Oh… yes… I see”


“Dear Angela

You know what?

I’ve never had a happy Christmas

Since I was born


Dear Angela

I know that this conversation is not to be disclosed

But I am begging you not to keep it so


Dear Angela… go

Just go

Tell your colleagues

Friends and family

And everyone you know

Tell of my story

Spread every word you’ve heard


Dear Angela

The root of the problem

The cause of my pain

Is that… no body knows

What’s going on


Or do they?


I don’t know


But if they do…




I really want to know

 What’s going on?


Nahida Izzat

Exiled Palestinian




© Copyright 2006 Nahida Izzat -PoetryforPalestine – All Rights Reserved 





 Religions are illogical


There is no room

For mind, reason or commonsense


Talk about God… for example

You can’t see

You can’t smell

You can’t hear

You can’t touch

You can’t taste

You can’t comprehend

You can’t prove



God can’t be real

He said


Can you see ultraviolet light?

Can you smell a virus?

Can you hear electromagnetic-waves?

Can you touch the rainbow?

Can you taste the sky?

Can you comprehend infinity?


You can however

Test their effect

They leave clues behind

Hint… hint

I am here

You can reason… use your mind

You can feel… use your heart


So does The Most Gentle

Most Sublime

Fine tuning… supreme order

Perfect laws… astounding beauty

Trails of magic… tales of love


How can I deny?



© Copyright 2006 Nahida Izzat -PoetryforPalestine – All Rights Reserved

The mystery of the ring


The mystery of the ring



Once upon a time

I was busy cooking

In the kitchen

Suddenly… I was struck

By a shiny ring glowing

On the corner of the worktop

I picked up… looked at it

Examined it

It’s definitely not mine

Whose is it?

Where did it come from?

Who normally comes

Into my kitchen

Many questions sizzled

Demanding answers


I asked my close friends

And those not so close

I asked my neighbours

I even asked those

Who never been to my house

The ring didn’t belong to any of them


I was intrigued

By this mysterious ring

That appeared suddenly

In my kitchen


Determined to solve the mystery

I started thinking

And thinking

Until one day



I cried

I found the answer



You see… long time ago

Back in the very past

The earth was so unstable

Things were moving around

Atoms, molecules, matter

Were every where

There were so many gasses

 In the atmosphere

The earth was covered

With thick heavy clouds

The sun was burning hot

Radiating so much cosmic rays

 Light and energy


With all this mystifying atmosphere

An accident happened


A few scattered atoms

Started gathering together

In a cluster

They started bonding

There was so much thunder

And lightning

 You see

So much energy around


Over the passing of time

Of billions of years

With chance upon chance

Upon chance upon chance

The atoms just completed

This perfect exquisite order


This beautiful ring


Mystery solved


The ring was laying around

For a long time

Before it was found

By me

My theory was

Just perfect


Except for only one thing


Deep down

I have to admit

I knew that

There is a missing link

In my story

Some thing I couldn’t

Quite explain

And that is

How did the ring

Come to be

“Specifically” in my kitchen

And why my kitchen?


Questions just waiting

To be answered


When people knew of my story

And my theory

With my mysterious ring

They thought

I must be insane


But hey… who cares

I know I am a genius

And my theory just

Makes perfect sense


People said

How can you believe

Such nonsense

When in fact

The answer to your mystery

Is much simpler than that

It might only be

That the ring

Didn’t appear out of thin air

Just like that

They say

The ring could have an owner

And a maker


They really blindly believe

That the ring

Must have an owner

And a maker


Other people

Who are more -dare I say-

Scientifically minded

Accepted my theory

It’s easily fathomable

 It makes perfect sense

They thought



Till this day

The mystery of the ring

Like a dark thick cloud

Still hangs around





© Copyright 2006 Nahida Izzat -PoetryforPalestine – All Rights Reserved

No chance by chance



No chance by chance




Please listen carefully

And let maths speaks


For an “average sized” single protein

To form by chance

From a group of amino acids

The probability is:


Not one in a million

Not one in a billion

Not one in a trillion

Not even one in zillion

Not one in zillion… zillion… zillion

Zillion… zillion… zillion


And I don’t even know

What zillion is


The probability is:

 One in

A number that we can’t even read


That consists of one

And in front of it

Three hundred zeros!


In mathematics

If the probability is smaller

Than one in





(150 zeros)


It is accepted as a zero probability



But wait


This is not

The end of the story


That is … only

Just one

Humble protein


If we explore more:

One of the smallest bacteria

Ever discovered

Have 600 proteins


What about a human cell

We need millions of proteins


We also need:

Nucleic acids





 And many other chemicals


Arranged in a specific proportion


 And design

 In terms of both structure

 And function

Don’t you think that

Saying that all this is accidental

Is a little bit OTT


This is beyond probability


If not


I want to ask you

 One simple question

Just do me a favour


And make me


A fly



© Copyright 2006 Nahida Izzat -PoetryforPalestine – All Rights Reserved

Love impossible



Love impossible



You’re all around me

The air I breathe

I am longing to touch


You’re my humming heartbeats

That keeps me going

But I’m failing to hear


You are my fascinating vision

I frantically follow

In vain craving to see


You’re the sane-side of my mind

Giving meaning to my life

I’m madly trying to grasp


You are my pure inspiration

My gleaming thoughts

I am eager to seize


You are my flowering soul

That blooms inside

I’m yearning to hold


You are my astounding hope

My beautiful dream

I am dying to live


Because of you… I am dying to live

Because of you… I am dying to die


I want to live… I want to die

I want to live… I want to die

I want to live… I want to die


Life impossible… life is possible

 Death impossible… death is possible

Love impossible… love is possible

I am going mad!



© Copyright 2006 Nahida Izzat -PoetryforPalestine – All Rights Reserved

Little boxes

Little boxes… little boxes… little boxes… little boxes… … … …


-Do you believe in God?

-I am a scientist, I don’t do religion


-Do you think we are here for a purpose?

-I am a biologist, I don’t do theology


-Can you see the splendour in this pattern?

-I am an artist, I don’t do mathematics


-Isn’t this garden just fascinating?

-I am an accountant, I don’t do botanic


-Do you like this poem?

-I am a chemist, I don’t do poetry


-Do you think drinking water is good for you?

-I am a physicist, I don’t do nutrition


-What do you think of the war on terror?

-I’m a priest, I don’t do politics


-Do you like this ruby-red colour in my painting?

-I am a politician, I don’t do art


-Do you think there was once a country called Palestine?

-I am an historian; I don’t do geography


-Do you think separating people with a wall mounts to apartheid?

-I am a solicitor, I don’t do international law


-Do you think people have the right to choose their faith?

-I am an atheist; I have no time for irrationality and superstition


-Do you think Muslim women should have the right to choose the way they dress?

-I am a secular free-thinker; I don’t like offensive religious symbols


-Do you think killing thousands of innocent people is a war crime?

-I am policeman; I don’t voice my opinion


-Do you agree with bombing schools and children?

-I am a teacher; I don’t take sides


-Do you agree with the right of self-defence?

-I am a Christian; I always turn the other cheek


-Do you think boycotting a tyranny could be fruitful?

-I am a shopkeeper; I get the best value for money, I don’t care where it comes from


-Do you agree with illegal settlement, and land confiscation?

-I am a journalist; I have to give an impartial view


-Do you oppose oppression and occupation?

-I am a human right advocate; I have to be neutral


-Do you feel guilty after shooting little boys for throwing stones?

– I am a soldier; I only follow orders



-Doctor… doctor… I had enough, I think I am going mad, I feel sick, can’t breath, I’m trembling, sweating, aching all over, help me…


-I am an orthopaedic; I only do bones


When you come to see a doctor, you can’t be vague; you’ve got to be precise:

Is this pain in your lower abdomen or upper thigh?

Is it at the top of your fingernail or at the bottom of your ear?

Is it in your left nostril or your right toe?

Is it above your hip or beneath your eye-brow?

I did my PHD in MCP (metacarpophalangeal joint ) known as knuckle/ finger joint; do you realize?

You need to be specific; I need to know before referring you to the relevant specialist, DO YOU UNDERSTAND?




© Copyright 2006 Nahida Izzat -PoetryforPalestine – All Rights Reserved

Mind teasing


Mind teasing


Virtual/ surreal reality & Relativity, limitations and inadequacy of mind and science:


Things to stretch the imagination and to ponder about:


-What is the universe without the viewer? What is matter without the observer? And is there such a thing as absolute matter/material world?


-Does colour exist without an eye to see?


-Does sound have any presence or meaning without ears to hear and mind to interpret?


-Does matter have any substance or essence without hands and nerve-system to experience?


-What is time without the observer? Is there such a thing as absolute time detached from the observer?


-If our brains have a 3-seconds memory span, will time have any meaning in our world?


-If there is no brain at all to perceive the moment, the past and the future; is there such a thing as time?


The only way we perceive things in the world is through our senses: seeing, hearing, smelling, touching, tasting, feeling, and memory.

 All are brain functions, all are internal subjective interpretation of electric pulses.


-If there are no senses to perceive matter and energy; is there such a thing as the cosmos and space?


-What would be the looks, colours and sounds of the universe if we could perceive the entire spectrum of light and sound waves that exist?


If our brains were built differently, say if our optical nerves were connected to the part of the brain that interpret sound, we’d be hearing light signals, red would be perceived as a noise and green would be heard as a different sound.


 If our nerve taste-buds were connected to the part of the brain that interprets pain we’d be suffering taste of chocolate.


 If our touch nerve-endings were connected to the part of the brain that interprets sounds we’d be hearing the stone as we caress it, solid matter would hum differently from liquid or gas.

Sitting on a sofa might have a deep melody yet hitting a wall might be deafening.


If our hearing nerves were connected to the part of the brain that interpret touch or pain, we’d be touching the heat of Mozart’s symphony and aching as w do.

 How warm or painful is the voice of your cat, or how spongy or firm is the sound of your TV might be legitimate questions.


As I am writing this now; am I sitting inside the room or the room is actually inside my brain as perceived through my constrained senses?

What is the real entity of the room without me observing it with my restricted intellectual capacity?


Un-detached from our subjective senses and being totally trapped in them; all what we experience and perceive as real and think of as truth has no correlation in terms of absolute reality.


Trying to find out absolute facts and supreme truths is impossible with our existing limitations.


Trapped in our senses there is absolutely no way that we could ever find out any absolute reality.


Reality as we perceive is a mirage.


The closer we think we are getting to discovering reality, the further away we become from knowing and comprehending it?

The irony is that in the world of secularism, where people rely utterly on physical matter and materialism to understand and explain the world and our own existence; we fall flat on our faces as we hit the walls of constraint and limitation of our material senses.


Science can only take us so far; then perplexed, mystified, and subdued we surrender.


Don’t get me wrong, I love science, I delight in learning; but with the restraint of our senses we can never know any absolute reality of things, acknowledging our limitations is a step forward towards making sense of it all, getting some meaning and understanding of our own existence.

Virtual reality



Do you know the grass you see?

Is it really green or have you been deceived?


Can you feel the stone you hold?

Is it truly solid or could your hand simply run through?


What about this butterfly floating up and down?

Is it out there or merely an icon in your brain?


Are you sitting in the room, or is it the other way around

I mean the room is but conceived inside your mind?


If you erase your memory, what would be of yesterday?

What does tomorrow mean, when you’re never there?


What is a tree?

What is wood?

What is a cell?

What is a molecule?

What is an atom?

What is a proton?

What is a quark?

Names… names… names… nothing but names

All we know is how to give a name

This silly game I can’t work out


What is matter when all is none but energy

Condensed, concealed, slowed down?

Is it really true that energy is nothing but mass

Travelling with the speed of light?


The more we learn, the more manifest is our ignorance

The closer we become, the further we propel away

The harder we think, the less we understand


Trapped in space

Jailed in time

Restricted with my senses

How can I ever know? Will I ever come to grasp?




© Copyright 2006 Nahida Izzat -PoetryforPalestine – All Rights Reserved





You declared… BE

And I was


 An atom I am… spinning

In your presence



A seed… blooming

Thriving on the bounty of your love



A butterfly… rotating

Drawn to your radiance



A star… glowing

A sign of your light… upon light



A universe

Expanding… bursting with beings

 A manifestation of your wonders


BE… and all was


© Copyright 2006 Nahida Izzat -PoetryforPalestine – All Rights Reserved

Inner beauty


Inner beauty




Getting closer


Zooming in






Expecting a tedious bore


To my surprise


I found a pearl

Hidden in the deep



By layers of my ignorance


The thrill is never over

Every layer that I peel

Reveals still

 Beauty beyond imagination


I wonder

What will I find

If I ever get to the core




© Copyright 2006 Nahida Izzat -PoetryforPalestine – All Rights Reserved

Life on hold


Life on hold


With my roots uprooted

Swinging like a pendulum

Exile…home… exile… home…exile…


Where my culture is appropriated

Threatened with erosion, nay extinction


Torn between two paradoxical worlds

My tortured soul exists

 In a state of permanent suspension


Life on hold


With my heart torn apart

I dangle in between two realms

Earth… heaven… earth… heaven… earth…


My body is here but my soul is far away

Running after my beloved’s mirage

I am endangered of annihilation


Frayed between two impossible worlds

My tormented core wavers

In a state of permanent suspension


Life on hold


With my memory shredded into pieces

I hang in the hue of non-existence

Past… future… past… future… past…


My brain is working

But my mind has gone missing

I am forcibly pushed towards insanity


Worn out between two dream worlds

My agonized being lingers

In a cosmos of thirteen dimensions

In a state of permanent suspension


Life on hold



© Copyright 2006 Nahida Izzat -PoetryforPalestine – All Rights Reserved
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