Nostalgia


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 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”

One Response

  1. … silenced by tears. Last visit we were gunned by jewish thugs as the village lay, sleepy, oppressed, prisoner, and yet serene. Its stones its voices and smiles bless us with their timeless, eternal harmony. It is time this Land, Palestine where it lays besieged and occupied, is liberated, every flower, every soul, everywhere. It is time its banned poets come home to stay forever, where their ancestors cultivated life for generations.

    Thank you for the tiny glimpses into a place where our corrupted era could find the needed treasure, the subtle lessons how to liberate humanity from the common oppressor that afflicts us all.

    Thank you Nahida Exiled Palestinian for your grace.

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