Get to know me


 

Get to know me

 

Physically:

Normal looking

Sub-normally looked at

Abnormally dealt with

 Joyfully sad eyes

Head inflamed with grey hair

Petite for my age

Giant with my pain

 

I would say

A beautiful beast

Or an ugly butterfly

 

Emotionally:

Extremely sensitive

Yet incredibly thick-skinned

I feel so much for all others

While some-others deny my own existence

Spectrum of two extremes of intense emotions

Fluctuating between

Unwavering hope and utter despair

 

I would say

A strong wimp

Or a spineless hero

 

Intellectually:

Above average

 Below-humanly perceived

 Viewed as a mentally suppressed creature

Trying to solve the world’s problems

While failing to figure out my own

Sharp with a great deal of naivety

Simple with much complexity

 

I would say

A stupid genius

Or a gifted fool

 

Spiritually:

Faith is my lone reason for being

My fountain of hope

Overflowing with love, and joy

Yet for some I am the source of evil

And manifestation terror

Sporadically vibrating with the yoyo of my deeds

Between intimate nearness and lonesome isolation

 

 

I would say

A mild extremist

 A hostile angel

A tender terrorist

An mischievous child

 

Wouldn’t you agree?

 

30-03-2006

 

 

 

By the way I think this works perfectly in identifying any Palestinian

Just look for those common characteristics, you will be amazed

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Letting go


 

Letting go

 

You were there in front of me…

And I was missing you already

I was gazing at you

Couldn’t keep my eyes off you

Going to your shirts that you hang up

At the back of the door

Smelling them

Holding your jumper in my arms

Covering my face with it and sobbing

Trying hard

Not to show you my anguish and distress

 

I didn’t want to wash your clothes

I wanted to keep your scent… around

Holding on to your glasses

Kissing them… looking through them

Longing to see your eyes… behind

 

People kept telling me

"Don’t worry

It’s a routine operation"

We’d come through it

Seventeen years before, but

Deep… deep down

In the bottom of my soul

I knew…

I used to pray, pleading

"Please God let my feelings be wrong"

 

One week before the operation

We went to hospital for final tests

When we came back

I burst into tears

Couldn’t stop

Time was getting closer

And I couldn’t face what was to come

Losing you was more than I could bear

 

You didn’t know what was the matter

Nobody knew… but me

But I couldn’t say anything

I cried all afternoon

You followed me

Trying to comfort me

You held me in your arms

Until I fell asleep

Do you remember?

 

 

One night before the operation

You were admitted

But you didn’t know

I’d set my mind on

Staying with you tonight

 

When I packed your bag

I put the little book I wrote for you

A collection of my letters,

Cards and poems

Gathered over the years

You’d never seen the book before

 

When the surgeon came

He talked of many things

He wanted to explain details of what’s to come

And to answer our questions

"Can I stay here tonight?" I asked

He didn’t expect that

He hesitated…

"I’ll ask the sister in-charge"…

"It’s against the regulations

But we’ll let you off tonight

Don’t ever ask for another"

"I won’t… I promise" I said

 

That night, we shared our last meal together

We sat and talked

Trying to encourage each other

We both put on a brave face

We prayed together

We read some Quran together

 

Then, I gave you the little book

Holding hands

We read our last memories together

Everything I wanted to say to you

Was there, Habeebee

In those modest words

We relived our life that night

We relived our love that night

Habeebee… do you remember?

 

Hand in hand

We fell asleep

You on a hospital bed

And me on an arm chair

Next to you

 

We surrendered to what was to come

Most beautiful night

Most peaceful night

Most tranquil night

I think we were surrounded

By angels that night

 

 

We woke up next day

Prayed together

And got ready

When they came to take you

I walked alongside your hospital bed

Towards the operation room

And there at the door

And for the last time

We looked into each other’s eyes

Into each other’s souls

Smiling

Holding our breath

Our eyes mesmerized

Our bodies frozen

Until the big white door

Separated us

 

Then came the waiting

Hours of agonizing pain

It felt eternal

I wanted to know what was happening

But I dreaded the phone

The surgeon had said

"Don’t worry if we don’t ring

It’s most likely good news

Only worry if we do ring you"

 

The phone rang

My heart stopped

"The surgeon encountered some problems"

The shaky voice from the other end announced

"He needs to see you"

Collapsing… I rushed to the car

Expecting to hear what I most feared

 

"Complications… beyond our expectations

I’ve done this operation thousands of times

Never seen anything like

What I’ve seen today

I’ve tried my best

We are only humans

It’s all in the hands of God now"

 

Two days later

They rushed you again

For an emergency surgery

That day was sooo long

Longer than my life

At night we received a phone call

The surgery was successful

But you’re still critical

Day after day

Night after night

I waited… for a miracle

That you’d pull through

 

Our friend Tareq

Kept ringing me

"Dear sister

Kneel down and pray

Beg for Khaled to survive

Plead for his life

Say to God

‘For the sake of all the orphans

That Khaled sponsored, looked after

And supported

Don’t let his children become orphans’ "

 

I tried to do just that

But couldn’t

I felt embarrassed

To ask for something

When I knew God wanted something else

I felt it was greedy to ask for more

People get a one month honeymoon

One year, two years, five years honeymoon,

I got 23 years, 6 months, and 9 days

How can I want more?

 

All through my life

I was constantly surrounded by love

Some people don’t experience

A fraction of the joy

That always immersed me

It was time to give now

And I knew it…

"We will not attain virtue

Unless we’re able to give

Of what we love most"

 

I surrendered…

I can’t show misery now

How can I?

When I was given so generously

 

Grant me patience

Grant me grace

Grant me dignity

Grant me serenity

Grant me ability to let go

 

As tender as you were

Your departure was as tender and gentle

And I was given two weeks

To help me let go… of you… Habeebee

 

10-02-2006

 

 

 
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But then…how?


 

But then…how?

 

How can I face the Lake District

Without you

What can I say to the trees

That we used to caress together

When they feel my cold trembling hands?

 

 How can I comfort the mountain

That we used to climb

When it starts mourning you?

 

What can I tell the fallen leaves and flowers

That I used to gather

When they realize that

You’re not with me any more to admire?

 

What can I say to the waterfall

When it hears my lonely footsteps

Without yours rubbing against them?

 

What about your Ness Garden

Membership card

That’s still hugging mine

How can I show it

 To the smiling lady at the gate?

 

And how can I ease the pain

 Of colourful azaleas

And scented roses

When their wondering sad eyes

 Question me about your absence?

 

How can I soothe the aching

Of the birds’ hearts

That used to sing for us

When they look down

And see not your shadow

Holding mine?

10-2-2006

 
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The last two weeks


Surrounded by many… many people

I could see their faceless faces

No comprehension

I could hear their voiceless voices

No understanding

I could feel their erratic movements

No sensation

 

For two whole weeks

My bedroom was a black hole

Sucking me and all in

Darkness prevailed

Not a thread of light could be seen

Or escape

Energy condensed

Infinite mass with naught dimension

Time withered to zero

Insanity in action

Verified there and then

 

Two weeks of anguish of epic proportions

Numb, staring at the void… breathless… motionless… emotionless

Except for my heart

Kicking and screaming

Beating at the speed of light

 

My sweetheart is leaving

My heart racing to follow

How can I restrain?

NAHIDAANDK

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About dreams 1


 

About dreams

1

 

From the womb of agony

Dreams are born

Sweet and pure

We nourish and groom

And watch them grow

 

After living in us

For long enough

They come alive

And before we know it

We start living in them

Living…them

 

October-2005
 
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About dreams -2


About dreams

2

 

I grow dreams in my garden

Colourful dreams

Wild dreams

And evergreens

 

In autumn

I plant their seeds deep

Feed them hope

And tender care

 

In spring

My garden blooms

Bursting with colour

 

A bouquet of scented dreams

I gather

And at your feet

I lay them down

With a little card saying

With all my love

To the one I love

 

October-2005

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Detached


 

Detached

  

Life was raging all around me

And all was surreal

 

I was looking at me

Madly searching for you

I knew what had happened

I felt sorry for me

I embraced

 

I was watching me

Sobbing… trembling

With my sore heart throbbing

I put my arms round me

And comforted

 

I was hearing me pleading

Begging for help

“Do not be afraid”

I whispered in my ear

And reassured

 

I was observing me

Staring at oblivion

Lost… lonely… petrified

I held my hand

And took me home

 

23-04-2006

 

 

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Hakunah matata


 

Hakunah matata 

 

“May you…never… ever lose this warm embrace

May these loving arms shelter you forever”

 

You used to pray holding me tenderly

 

Those few words

My security-blanket

Swathed this restless weary mind to serenity

 

Those few words

Flowered in my heart

A meadow… snowdrops… lilies… jasmine and camellias

 

Those few words

My lullaby songs

Gently swayed me to slumber

Sleeping like a baby

Hakunah matata

There is no worry

You are with me

I am with you

 

How much has changed since then

Hours of tossing and turning

Yearning to hear your warm words

Soothing my fears

Longing to feel your tender arm

Embracing me

 

I am cold… I am very cold

 

26-03-2006

 

 

 

Hakunah matata is what simba the little lion of the cartoon “Lion King” used to sing with his friends after losing his dad

 

 

 

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Shocking news


 

Shocking news 

“In your religion… … …”

“Hey… hey… stop there

I don’t have a religion

I don’t believe in God

I am a secular… atheist”

 

“Oh… but you do dear

You do have a religion

When you accept as true something

Without any decisive evidence

You simply believe

 

Mathematically speaking

The chances are

Either there is a God

Or there isn’t

You can never prove that God does not exist

Nor can you ever negate the possibility of God’s existence

So, when you say

Definitely there is no God

I.e. the probability of God’s existence = 0

Scientifically that is inaccurate

False statement

As this can never be proven

 

In your case

Affirming that

‘There is no God’

Believing that God doesn’t exist

Without the ability -ever-

To produce any conclusive proof

Is called faith

 

Sorry dear… but…

If this is not religion

What is?

 

06-05-2006

 

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Selfish


Selfish

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I feel greedy today 

Holding onto your things

Not wanting to part 

My mind is whispering

“You would make some one’s life

A little bit better

If only you could share” 

But my heart is clinging on

Refusing to let go

 

I want to keep your olive shirt

Your auburn jumper… your pair of jeans

I want to keep your pile of papers

Your navy socks… your golden car

I want to keep your reading glasses

Your hearing aid… your sun burnt shoes 

I want to keep your fingerprints

Your footsteps… your magical laughter

I want to keep your frozen tear

Your loving eyes… your sweet smile  

I want to keep your tender touch

Your charming aura … Your heavenly gaze

And I want to drown in all

Drown in… you

 

I feel greedy today

 

14-04-2006

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