Childhood Songs

Out of the blue, I was sent this video clip of some old songs we used to sing as children in the school playground, in Palestine.

An emotional volcano erupted  

🌿 🌺 🌿 🌺 🌿 🌺 🌿 🌺 🌿 🌺 🌿


Taken aback, by a click of a thumb

Grabbed by the kernel of my soul

Sobbing uncontrollably

Gates of a besieged heart flung open

* * *

Nostalgic euphoria laced in melancholy

Spun me back in time

A little girl of Palestine

Dreamy eyes and a ponytail

Swaying with schoolmates

Hand in hand

* * *

Stretched out meadows and rocky playgrounds

Bashful sparrows watching from afar

Giggling children, running aimlessly, with eyes open wide

Buoyantly dancing as if in Paradise

Singing melodies for a school they revere

A loving teacher, a mother they adore

Humming grace for an enchanted land

I defy


I defy your destruction

I build, I fix, I beautify


I defy your mass murder

I protect, I cherish, I give birth to life


I defy your poisoning of nature

I clean, I plant, I help my garden bloom


I defy your demons

I Love, I care, I nurture the soul I am


Humanity… WAKE UP!

A ring, a ring o’ bombshells

A​n Earth full o’ ​corpses

Atishoo atishoo

We all ​die down

* * *

A ring, a ring o’ air raids

A planet full of nukies

Ashes ashes

We all ​burn out



To nuke or not to nuke, that is the question



O tree, imposing and magnificent

Composed and dignified you stand

Getting hurt but never cause hurt

Do you know pain, as we do?

Do you shed tears when you cry?

* * *

Beneath your weepy branches

How many anguished souls have you seen?

Do you cringe and go to pieces

As lives perish before your eyes?

Does your heart split asunder

Watching lovers go insane

As they say their last goodbye?

* * *

How do you sway with rustling leaves,

Watching people go astray

And civilizations fade away?

How do you keep your cheeky smile,

Despite the horrors you have seen?

* * *

O tree, beautiful and free

Did a passer-by ever stop by

Whisper in your ears

“Soulmate, I love 💕 you”?


❤️ Leaking Love ❤️



Today, I made some food and put a plate out for ​my five-year old grandson. He took his plate and started to sneak out of the kitchen.

I said ​Yusuf Habibi come back​,​ ​we are only allowed ​food in the kitchen, we don’t take it out​,​ we only eat ​here.

He came back and sat on the table looking​ ​​very disappointed, then looked​ at me. He pointed at m​e, then at the door.

I said​:​ what do you mean Habibi​?​

He​ said: It’s sign language.

Me: ​But what does it mean? ​does it mean I am a door?

Him: ​(​laughing​)​: No.

Again he pointed at me, then at the door.

Me: Does it mean I’m a chair? (there was a chair in that direction.)

Laughing again, he said no.

Me : Tell what do you mean Habibi?

Him: It means go outside, I want to have a word with you.

Me: OK, Habibi, sure let’s go.

Him: on the stairs please.

Me: OK, sure.
We sat on the stairs​,​ ​then he said: your glasses, they are dirty there is something on them.

Me: ​Oh really? ​what should I do​?​

Him: ​They need cleaning.

Me​:​ OK, I will wash them.

Me​:​ Is there anything else you want to talk to me about?

Him: Yes.

Me​:​ Tell me.

​Him: Why did you shout at me ​when I wanted to eat in the sitting room?

Me: Habibi, I wasn’t shouting at you, I just told you the rules that we eat only in the kitchen. If I raised my voice I am sorry, I should not have raised my voice. But let me tell you why we eat only in the kitchen: ​we don’t take food out ​because the sitting room has a carpet and if we spill food it’s very difficult to clean. The only time we can eat in the sitting room is when we have guests.

Yusuf thinking deeply for a ​little while, then said: I know. I can be a guest sometimes. I go on holidays sometimes then I come back like guests​, so I can be a guest.

Me: hmmm, Habibi, let me explain to you, you can’t be a guest because you live here​.​ This is your home, guests have their own homes.

Him (smiling): Oooh

Me: were you disappointed that I raised my voice when I told you about eating in the kitchen?

Yusuf: No, I wasn’t disappointed.

Yusuf: I was worried 😧

Me:  Worried? Why?

Him: I was worried that I might cry.

Me: Habibi, I would never make you cry, I love you so, so much ​more than you can ever imagine! ​​Y​ou know this ​small ​hea​r​t inside of me​, it has so much love,​ if ​only you ​could​ ​see how absolutely full of love ​​it ​is​ 🥰

Him: My heart is full of love 💕 too​. ​Love actually goes ​from my heart to ​outside of my heart to my skin, to my body, to my mouth, and all over ​me,​ everywhere

Me:  Mine, too 😍

​[BIG HUG 🤗]

❤️ Soulmates ❤️




My sister and I are mystery

We could not be more different

She was the outgoing, I was the timid

She was the outspoken, I was the shy

She was the artist, I was the science freak

She was the extrovert, I was the introvert

She was the athlete, I was the inert

She was the social, I was the loner

She was the confident, I was the meek

She was the brave, I was the weak

Yet mysteriously, we are so much alike


A bean split in half

❤️ Love you Dima ❤️

Don’t Let Them Fool You



You are awesome for who you are

The way you are

That love magnificent gushing through you

Hardest of hearts would soften and melt away

That passion of yours, earthshaking

Moves the world, fills it with laughter, lifts it high

Your gentle embrace, embroidered in heaven

Wipes out misery, radiant again the human race

The power of your grace, majestic and sublime

Puts evil down to utter disgrace

Sweetheart, listen to me

You… Give… Birth… To… LIFE

Can you ever imagine more power than that!

Empowering you?

What a fable!

Power is already all yours

Power isn’t a suite and a tie

Growing muscles or a mustache

Handling machines doesn’t make you great

* * *

Power isn’t waging wars

Commanding mass-killing armies

Leading nations with iron fist

* * *

Power isn’t climbing a ladder of “success”

Trampling over whomever is on the way

Fighting through arms and teeth, for the highest pay

* * *

Power isn’t running in a rat race

While self-harming children coil and weep, all alone

Craving mama’s love, tender hand and blissful gaze

* * *

Charity begins at home, they say

Men and women are completing not competing

Meant to dwell in harmony

Super clusters called family

Where children learn kindness, altruism, dignity and poise

How to grow love, and how love grows

Empowering women?

What a fable!

Power is already all theirs

To Cut My Story Short



Once upon a time, I lived in Paradise

Heavenly colours scattered all around

Angels prayers whispered in our hearts

Serenity cascaded as we plowed the land

Children laughter echoed in the valleys

Their rainbow dreams flew joyfully by

Figs and grapes breakfast O delight

Pearls of pomegranates, dessert at twilight

Up above the branch of a purple mulberry

Apricot and almonds we cracked all day

Building tiny homes of twigs and stones

In the shade of a jasmine tree

Poppies adorned the carpet, as we slid down

rolling with laughter over the hills of Palestine

Then, once upon a frightful night

Hordes of evil pushed their way in

In their armors and their arms

Smashing and bashing all the way through

Wrecking mad fury upon a land that’s holy

Havoc and mayhem, death and pain

Evil took over upon their reign

Natives in dungeons driven insane

Curios I was

I wanted to know

Who did this to my holy land

And why

Years passed by, my questions grew

A scratch to the surface, faces of evil I saw

The more I scratch, the more gruesome surreality has become

Lo and behold, upon one “ordinary” day

Sheer “coincidence” gives me a blow

A word so weird I stumbled upon

A key to a world, dark as Gehenna

“Neshamah” was the word

Meaning “divine Jewish soul”

A door opens before my dazed eyes

Curious, I look in

A worm in a can, I find, wiggling all alone

Another door opens

Curious, I look in

A can of worms oozing everywhere

Another door opens

Curious, I look in

A nest of wasps buzzing, whizzing and they sure do sting

Another door opens

Curious, I look in

A den of snakes hissing, seething and frothing blaze

Another door opens

Curious, I look in

A hellhole of demons with babies in their mouths

Grotesque figures dancing with skulls

On the alter of Lucifer bowing down

Is that a horror movie

Or a mere nightmare

O dear God, I dare to ask

My shaky voice trembles

Wake up… wake up, I frantically scream

Wake me up, dear God

This is not but a dream

Open my eyes dear God

Show me the way

Take my hand dear God

Help me go home

The darkest of worlds, now I’ve seen

Tell me, dear God, what should I do

My prayers, you’ve heard, since I learned to talk

You know me better than I know my own

A fighter for Humanity, my heart in Your Hand

Truth, Justice and Peace,

Beauty, Love and Harmony

On the side of goodness all I want to be

I am Sorry, I Let you Down



Infused with hope

Bubbling with joy of being alive

Her world, a fairyland

Her dreams, magnanimous

Her trust knows no boundaries

Her life, a rainbow of many many colours

Her love encompassed the universe


I promised her by the time she is an adult

Wars would be abolished

Borders would be deleted

Poverty would be a myth to ponder upon

Cruelty would be a poignant chapter in human history

Hate would be a thing of the past

I told her, evil would be gone with no return

Earth would rejoice in lush compassion

I told her passion would bloom in every heart

Man would love and give without constraint

I told her she would help make it so


I thought I knew, little did I know!

I lied


Now, I stand before her in humble silence

Head bowed down with guilt and shame

How can I explain?


Cherish Her



A sister, someone you grew up with

When life was a rainbow and all you did was play

A confidant you share memories with

No one else knows but you and her

Your guardian angel when life treats you bad

A shoulder you lean upon when wounds open raw

Your conscience if temptations overtake

A heart that beats for you when you drop low

A mirror of truth reflecting your flaws

An ever extending arm to hold when you fall

A hand to wipe your tears when no one else sees

24-7 standby, looking out for you

A soulmate you cherish and adore

As you journey through to world unseen

O sweet sisters

I love you so

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