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Inseparable
I was there with you
When love fell in love
I was there with you
When joy rejoiced
I was there with you
When freedom was set free
And I was there with you
When the sea drowned
I was there with you
When the sun burnt
I was there with you
When death passed away
I was there with you
When all began
And I was there with you
When all ended
Do you remember?
7-2-2006
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Engulfed in a scented spiral
Untamed… buoyant… I float
A thousand thousand stars burst into my being
Wow… Heaven
***
I am drowning in you
Breathing as never before
A mystic mist of love…
Pure… Tranquil… Surreal
***
Your presence…
Bliss…
Sublime…
So real
***
I cried of joy
Got your letter
Read the words
With my heart
With my tears
And my soul
Now I know
***
Observe… you’d see
Listen… you’d hear
Seek… you’d find
Ask… you’d get the answer
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An Ode for Lifta
I think of Lifta… I smile…. like a flower
Lifta… The healing touch of my grandmother
The aroma of her bread, baked with tenderness and love
Lifta…The hand of my mother against my face
Her gentle fingers running through my curls
Lifta…The smile of “Amal” my childhood friend
Gazing at Jerusalem in the horizon
Lifta… Rambling roses, lavender and jasmine
Poppies, daisies, chamomile carpets
And a blanket of stars
I think of Lifta… I smile…. like a flower
Lifta… distressed rocks, anxious roofs and wounded windows
Lifta… fatigued Hills sleeping on each other’s shoulders
Hunched homes, years of anguish and solitude
Insisting not to bow down
Resilient trees embracing the landscape
Refusing to surrender
A pounding tearful stream determined not to drown
I think of Lifta… I smile…. like a flower
Lifta… fragrant dreams of little girls
bouncing in the meadows
Lifta… sparkly eyes teaming with joy…
following a baby gazelle down the valley
Lifta… Rainbow giggles of many many children,
singing, dancing, playing “bride and groom”
I think of Lifta… I smile…. like a flower
Lifta… Lifta… Lifta
Lifta… the throbbing wound of my heart
The scent of my buried memories seeping through my tortured being
Lifta… the childhood paradise I yearn to re-grasp
Lifta… the last straw humankind could hold onto
To save its humanity
I think of Lifta… I smile…. like a flower
I think of Lifta… I weep… like a motherless child
I think of Lifta… I sing like a buoyant hummingbird
I think of Lifta… I tremble like an autumn leaf
I think of Lifta… I haemorrhage like slaughtered lamb
I think of Lifta… I smile…. like a flower
I think of Lifta… I gasp for a glimpse of her splendour
I think of Lifta… I melt with love, so tender
I think of Lifta… I rage… rage with blazing anger
(Yes, I called you that)
Heed if you have a residue of a heart
“NEVER AGAIN” you said
“NEVER AGAIN” you LIED
Heed if you have a scum of a soul
You destroy Lifta… You unleash your own demise
WRATH as NEVER BEFORE
Torment
Boundless… measureless… bottomless…eternal
It’s your choice
*****
And so it goes
Delightful
Life… goes on
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A rainbow in grey skies
My anguish
A bottomless well
Echoing the murmur of my pain
My grief
Dry autumn leaves
Dancing over my wounds
My sorrow
Dark thick clouds
Haunting my hollow heart
My world
A meaningless word
Grey… grey… grey multihued
Devoid of my sweetheart laughter
My being
A limping lump of flesh and bones
Wobbly… confused… forever waiting
With a lopsided smile
My love
A buoyant rainbow
Cascade of lights
Alluring fantasy
Untouchable mirage
07-06-2006
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Are you a man or an angel?
Constantly I wonder
How can any mortal
With only human capacity
Live… and die
Without leaving any one
Feeling anything
Towards him
But immense admiration
And genuine love
Is that at all possible?
Can that human be real?
How can someone
Be adored so much…
By so many…
For such a length of time…
Your selfless soul
Lived only to serve others
Your great big heart
Always made room for all
Your brilliant mind
An inspiration to many
Your time was never yours alone
If I didn’t know you
If I didn’t live with you
I would’ve found this notion
Difficult to believe
But Habibi… you are real
You lived an exemplary life
That’s difficult to imitate
Hard to live up to
So is it any wonder
That I always wonder
26-03-2006
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Now I whisper
You are my joy and my sorrow
You used to whisper
When you smile and when you laugh
You make me the happiest man on earth
You used to whisper
When you’re hurt or when you cry
My heart is filled with grief and gloom
You used to whisper
Separated, my feelings are lifeless
A scrambled shadow
You used to whisper
My feelings are but an echo
You are my joy and my sorrow
You used to whisper
********
Your love taught me anguish and delight
Now I whisper
You are my joy and my sorrow
Now I whisper
12-03-2006
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This poem was written for my daughter Ala in her last month of pregnancy, July 2010
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My rose, my sweetheart, my sunshine
my beloved daughter
Soon insha’Allah you will be a mother and you will come to appreciate
that a mother’s heart cannot have “superficial relationship” with her children,
nor does it know how to “play games”
Soon insha’Allah you will come to feel that mother’s love has no limits
Pure… profound… magnificent… sincere… intense… infinite… unconditional
Soon insha’Allah you will appreciate that a mother’s heart even when let down, betrayed, mistrusted, crushed or wrecked to pieces, it will continue flowing with its infinite, intense and pure love.
Mama, I love you
Soon insha’Allah
You will be blessed
With holding your daughter’s hand
Soon insha’Allah
You will come to meet her
Face to face
An angel…
Your very own custom-made miracle
Soon insha’Allah
You will hold your breath
Just to hear her breathing
Amazed
As you watch your soul gates
Flung open
Overflowing with Love
You never knew existed
Soon insha’Allah
You will look into her eyes
Windows into paradise
And see your face
Glowing
As never seen before
Soon insha’Allah
You will sing her lullabies
Watch her dreamy eyes
Drift into yours
As her little hand
Let go of your finger
Soon insha’Allah
As you watch her smiling
You will see heaven
Kneeling down to kiss the ground
And earth flying high to dance with stars
Soon insha’Allah
As she sways in her cradle
You will see the infinite
Peeking through her tiny frame
Autographed
MADE BY THE MOST SUBLIME
Soon insha’Allah
You will gaze at her sleeping
Perplexed
Teaming with compassion
Tears come flowing
Your heart is melting down
Soon insha’Allah
You will hear her calling “mama”
No sweeter word
You’ll come to understand
how precious mama’s heart is
A fountain of love… bequest of the Divine
Soon insha’Allah you will come to feel that
Mothers’ heart does not know how to cheat
Nor does it know how to “play games”
Soon insha’Allah you will come to believe that
There is no purer love than that which flows from mothers’ heart
No more tender embrace than hers
Soon insha’Allah you will come to trust that
Mother’s love has no limits
Pure… profound… magnificent… sincere… intense… infinite… unconditional
Mothers and their Love
A PRECIOUS GIFT FROM THE MOST SUBLIME
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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, you hang up
At the back of the door
Smelling them
Holding your jumper in my arms
Covering my face with, 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, I know
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 surgery
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 Qur’an 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, Habibi
In those modest words
We relived our life that night
We relived our love that night
Habibi… 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 others’ eyes
Into each others’ 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
Khaled sponsors, looks after
And supports
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 back now
And I knew it…
“You will not attain virtue
Unless you’re able to give
Of what you 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… Habibi
10-02-2006
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Feelings and words
Trying to squeeze
Feelings into words
Is no act of justice at all
It distorts… it disfigures
It belittles… it demeans
It’s a great offence without a doubt
And to my shame and disgrace
Indeed I am to blame
Truly “Guilty” I declare
Defend me not
I don’t deserve
For feelings can only be felt
So, when I write about my love
Don’t ever think
That I’m making sense
No language can ever convey
The eternal
For expression falls short
By far
And feelings can only be felt
When I write about my sorrow
Don’t dare believe
My words or verses
My speech is nothing
But hollow hues
How can the infinite
Ever be defined
Feelings can only be felt
And truly “Guilty” I declare
02-2006
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