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
Had I known
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
Become a fairy
Then 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
♥ ♥ ♥
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Poetry for Palestine 
These sadly beautiful words tear at the heart strings. The wrong that has been done to you and your people makes me feel physically sick with rage and disgust that the so called ‘civilized’ world could stand by and do nothing for six decades, The tide has at last now turned, people are rising up from every corner of the globe to make their voice heard in support of Palestine, (of which I am proud to be one) – and we WON’T give up till Palestine is free of the Zionist maggot.Good riddance!
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Thank you Miss Costello for your beautiful words, yes the tide has at last now turned. We will continue our struggle insha’Allah until every inch of our beloved Palestine is FREE.
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To think a little girl should write such tragic words, bears witness to the reality of ‘The Shame denied its Name’- NAKBA!
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It is truly awful that you had to go through such an event. Please, if you could, I was hoping that you would be willing to contact me via email about something that I would like to post, or have you post, on your blog. My email is robertgibson74@yahoo.com. If not that is fine.
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This poem surpasses “unmerry Christmass” poem that you wrote. As always, very articulate and passionate.
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