Posted on January 8, 2022 by Nahida Exiled Palestinian
My uncle sent me this video of our beloved village of Beit Iksa, so I wrote
You touched me deeply, dear uncle I asked my tears How breathtakingly beautiful this part of earth is! How deep is her pain and how profound is her sorrow!
When I saw her, as if my eyesight was lost The mind wandered like a terrified motherless filly that doesn’t know the way Heart stopped beating Soul melted, limbs trembled Guts churned, breath taken away
Deep love drowned in excruciating pain Overwhelming joy faded away into eternal sadness I no longer know who I am, where I came from or where am I going
Do I cry of euphoria or laugh of sorrow and grief? The strings of my soul intermingled with her soil You wouldn’t know anymore, which was me or which was her
Sun stood still and earth is no longer revolving Overwhelmed with nostalgia Childhood love erupted without warning The yearning of youth in my being set ablaze Weaving agony in my grieving heart I thought I had buried years ago
However, Laws and Truth of God, can never be changed, forever prevail From the darkness of agony shines the dawn of glory and hope From the bitterness of sorrow, the sweetness of patience and gratitude, enjoyed forevermore
“The earth will gleam with the Light of its Lord, and the Records shall be set up, and the prophets and the witnesses will be brought forward: and a just decision pronounced between them; and they will not be wronged (in the least).”
Would a rope tightened to God be ever cut off? Does a heart connected to the Most Loving Sublime, would ever know despondency or despair? Would a Divine promise from the Most Merciful ever be broken?
God-forbid… No way!
“when the second of the warnings will come to pass, We will raise up a people that they may disgrace your faces and may enter the Mosque as they entered it the first time, and that they may destroy with utter destruction whatsoever extreme power/ hegemony, you may have achieved/accumulated”
Posted on January 8, 2022 by Nahida Exiled Palestinian
أرسل لي خالي هذا الفيديو لقريتنا الحبيبة السليبة بيت إكسا فكتبت
أثرت يا خال شجوني فسالت دموعي ما أروع هذه البقعة من الارض وما أجملها ما أشد الامها وما أعمق احزانها
وكأني حين رأيتها زاغ مني البصروتاهت البصيرة وشرد العقل كمهرة يتيمة مذعورة لا تعرف الطريق احتبست أنفاسي التاع كبدي والتَوَت أحشائي ذابت روحي وارتعشت جوارحي وأطرافي وتوقف القلب عن الخفقان
امتزج الحب العميق بألم مروِّع شديد والفرحة العارمة ذابت في حزن سرمدي سحيق ما عدت ادري من أنا، من أين أتيت ولا الى أين المسير أأبكي فرحاً أم أضحك حزناً وكمدا اختلط حابل روحي بنابلها وسكنت الشمس وما عادت الأرض تدور
غمرني الحنين لوعني عشقٌ تجذر في الطفولة وشوق الصِبا صَبا في كياني وفتّح في حنايا فؤاديَ المكلوم شجوناً حسبتني دفنتها من سنين
ولكن هي سُنَّةَ ٱللَّهِ ولا تجدن لِسُنَّةِ ٱللَّهِ تَبْدِيلًا من عتمة الآلام يسطع فجرالحمد والأمل ومن مرارة الأحزان تذاق حلاوة الصبر والعرفان
Palestinians are at the heart of the conflict in the M.E Palestinians uprooted by force of arms.. Yet faced immense difficulties have survived, kept alive their history and culture, passed keys of family homes in occupied Palestine from one generation to the next.
Poetry for Palestine 