You Couldn’t Make This Stuff Up!


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We, Palestinians are not choosing to make our struggle of liberation, a religious one. It has been IMPOSED on us. THEY are making it a religious onslaught.

 

 

Inside occupied Palestine, they are making it a full blown religious onslaught; claiming “God gave them the land”, working relentlessly to “rebuild” the alleged temple on the ruins of Al-Aqsa mosque, and engaging in our slow genocide to fulfill their “religious commandments”.

Outside of Palestine, their brethren are working non-stop to conceal that fact and pretend that “israel” has nothing to do with Judaism.

 

Inside occupied Palestine, this supremacist genocidal occupation would not have lasted so long if it wasn’t for the support it gets from Jewish communities worldwide, (many of whom work as sayanim), including financial, military, moral, surveillance, espionage, theft and transfer of technology, assassination…etc.

Outside of Palestine, their brethren work non-stop to conceal the involvement and the role of global Jewish establishment with all its charities, organizations, foundations and factions, and to absolve global Jewish groups who have unconditionally supported the genocidal occupation for decades.

 

From my research and experience, I could confidently say that the role played by Jewish “supporters” of Palestine have put the interest of Jewish “israelis” and global Jewish communities, up and above the survival of Palestinians and the liberation of Palestine.

 

 

In all my over 35 years of working in political activism, and of all Jewish “supporters” I have known, worked with, discussed with, or read for, I couldn’t count more than the number of fingers of one of my hands, those who truly support the full LIBERATION of Palestine, including RETURN, RESTITUTION, REPARATION and COMPENSATION.

Their “support” has been more of a hindrance and a burden, rather than serious help, in my opinion.

 

We are the only nation on earth who are not only not allowed to mention the name and ideology of our oppressor, but we are also demanded not to offend him.

Worse still, we are demanded to assure his security and to protect his future and to facilitate his everlasting stay on our stolen land!

You couldn’t make this stuff up!

 

Retreat


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Storm raging

Hearts in turmoil

Retreat, coil within

Kiss the land

Embrace the soil

 

 

Have you ever seen a bird die of starvation?

Trust like a bird

Flutter your wings

Sow a seed

Help it grow

Tend the land

The Provider will provide

 

 

In a bowl of purity

Mix some effort

Tsp of kindness

A dash of sincerity

Sprinkle more love

Grateful and gracious

Watch soil smile

A rainbow radiating

Sprouting divine

 

حنين


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لاجئ مزمن، زمهرير الغربة القارس يزجك في اعماق الاماني الندية بحثا في ثنايا ذاكرتك المنهكة المفعمة بالحنين عن بعضك الذي اضعته ذات ليلة دامعة
تحاول بلهفة مرتجفة ان ترسم معالم زمن مضى وتلون وجوها مسح تقاطيعها ألم دفين، فتزرع زعترا اخضرفي غير موسمه ولا زمانه ولا مكانه، في بلاد بعيدة وبين شعوب غريبة لا تعرف للزعتر اسما ولا رسما ولا طعما
تترفق وانت تقطف وريقاته الغضة عسى بعطره ان يطير بك الى حاكورة بيت عتيق على سفح الجبل، حيث يرقد الحسون في عشه ويغفو السنونوعلى غصن شجرة لوز
تبني بيديك طابونا من الطين، عسى ان تحملك رائحة خبزه الى زمن جميل كان وما عاد او الى حضن جدة دافئ، وتترقرق جداول الامل المعجونة بالالم، دموع فرح حزين ويخال لك كأنما بال(طين) قد استرجعت بعضا من فلسطين
وتعجن وتخبز وتحشو فطائر الزعتر في بلاد العجم التي ما اعترفت يوما بك كتاريخ او جغرافيا او حقوق او حضارة ولسان حالك يقول لهم آه لو تعلمون، لرأيتم الثرى يباهي الثريا ان داسته اقدام اجدادي، فترد الثريا بل الفخر لي ان اخلاقهم علت عليّا

Nostalgia


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A chronic refugee, the bitter​ exhausting​ exile​ throws you into the depths of dewy dreamy aspirations​. You ran frantically searching​ for you​ between the folds of your exhausted, nostalgic memories, which ​you’ve lost​ on​ce upon a​ tearful night.

With trembling eagerness, you try to trace the features of a time long gone, and paint faces that had lost its miens, expressions and demeanor, to a deeply buried pain.

You sow za’ater seeds, during the wrong season, wrong time and wrong place, in faraway lands, amidst strangers who do not know its name, colour, scent or flavour.

You tenderly pick its budding leaves, hoping that its perfume would fly you away to a childhood orchard with an ancient house at the foothills, where a goldfinch dozed off in its nest, and a swallow slumbered on a almond tree branch.

You lovingly build a taboon, a clay oven, with your bare hands, hoping that the aroma of its bread would carry you away one day, to a distant land and a beautiful time which once was, never to return, or rock you to sleep, in the warm arms of your grandmother.

Springs of hope plaited with pain, gush through your anguished soul. Tears of grieving joy flow, so much so that for a moment, you would imagine that with a lump of terracotta clay between your fingers, a chunk of Palestine had been liberated.

Kneading, rolling, baking and stuffing za’ater pies in the land of Balfour, which has never recognized you, your history, your geography, your rights, your humanity or your civilization.

You scream silently: O you, if only you knew !  You would have seen the soil of my homeland boasting before the stars, that my ancestors had meandered over it. With a huge grin, the stars would respond: glory is all mine for their love, hospitality and kindness have surpassed my lofty skies.

 

Time is Now


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Humanity now is Palestinian

What Palestinians have seen is a worldwide scene

I think you agree

Fasten your belts, hold on tight

The ride is about to go berserk

Bellies of usurers wobble on screens

Stuffed, wealth vulgar obscene

Money-lenders smirk as the world goes down

Financial collapse, foreclosure, disease, lock-down

Baby-killers run amok, invincible they feel, with egos grandiose

Splashing purity’s blood on Lucifer’s shrine

Their soul-void eyes, lifeless blackholes

Raging, flames of fury and hate

 

Against God Almighty, declared unholy war

Against Life itself, waged bombastic strike

Sucked life out of Life, starved the poor

Made sick the frail and killed the pure

 

This is the calm before the storm

Darkness to descend, followed by dawn

No ifs, no buts, and no delay

Gather your crumbling self, run outside

Rejoice in a mountain, embrace the land

Kiss the soil beneath your feet

Sow a seed, inhale a rose, hug a tree

Water with your soulful tears

Sprinkle with your powdered heart

A dash of agony, if need be

 

 

Let those who care, plant some more

Let those who have, share with those in need

Silence your words, speak with deeds

Bake a loaf, the hungry feed

A sip of water give to the parched

Be it your kin, neighbour or foe

It is time now, to be a Palestinian

 

Creator of Life is wide awake, I promise you

All loving, all patient, also all aware

Divine Intervention, a mighty blow

Awaits the vain who take life in vain

Enemies of life, plucked, once and for all

The wealth they’ve amassed burned to ashes

Kingdom of gloom perished to doom

 

 

Keep your calm, remain in sync

Contain your fear, tend love serene

The One in Charge won’t let you down

Light will shine on Earth anew

Flowers will smile, Meadows will sway

Butterflies will dance, children will play

 

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