When I was seven


 

When I was seven Jesus cried

When I was seven

I was living in a beautiful village

North of Jerusalem

Near the heart of Palestine

 

I used to play where Jesus used to pray

I ran up the hills where he used to walk

Listening through the wind to the echo of his talk

“Oh, children of God, love one another”

A man of Palestine

Gentle, kind, and giving

A true prince of peace

Ever so loving

 

Up above my head

White fluffy clouds slept all day

On my blue sky’s lap

I used to lie down

Jumping with my soul up in to heaven

Weaving with the clouds

Snow white and teddy bears

I’ll make up stories

Dressed up as a princess

Dancing with the fairies

Flying on the wings of a pure white bird

With a magical brush that no one could see

I painted the world

With colours of the rainbow

 

I flew wiping tears away of every human face

Putting a big smile right in their place

 

I spoke every language with no words at all

With all words of love they answered my call

 

Every drop of water… every grain of sand

Every green leaf felt God’s loving hand

 

UNTIL

One summer day

My life was turned up-side down

 

My peaceful world

SUDDENLY .. ran away

Leaving me to drown… shivering all alone

In the grave-yard of town

 

THE SIX-DAY WAR… EVER SO CRUEL

The army of Zion marched ready to fight

Crushing us with bombs… proud of all their might

 

Stealing our country was a “ God given right”

Killing.. maiming.. destroying “CHOSEN”, so it’s all right

Bombing peaceful towns all night and day

Killing young children so no longer to play

Tearing clouds apart… scaring them away

Burning innocent lives

Chasing dreams away

 

Filled with shame and guilt of Hitler’s holocaust 

Followers of Christ people of the west

Cheered .. rejoiced ..hurray

To a cheap victory

 

While Jesus was weeping

Crying out loud

The murder of his children

And the rape of his land

When I was seven

Jesus cried

Ever so hard ! 


 

Thank you Lina


Thank you Lina 

When I visited my friend Najah in Leeds, we were sitting watching the news together with her little girl Lina, who surprised us with her deep wisdom and warm compassion

 Six year old Lina

Sitting with her mum

In her world of dreams

Gazing away

Abruptly she says

“Mama

You know those Jews

Who took our land

If suddenly they changed their mind

Decided to give it all back

Even our trees and our food

Then they’d become poor

They needn’t to worry

We will give them some of our food

Share with them every thing we have

Mama

We won’t be bad”

 

This little Lina… only months ago

Had a soldier’s gun pointing against her head

This little Lina… only weeks ago

Had her uncle’s home by their bulldozers

Razed to the ground 

This little Lina… didn’t know that

 Only today… some settlers

Protected by guns and soldiers

Invaded her village Silwan near Jerusalem

Forced the inhabitants out of their homes

And occupied them

 

This little Lina

Proved very wrong all that they say

"The abused will become the abuser"

 This little Lina… never lost her soul

This little Lina… no doubt

Is our hope

And our ultimate victory

 

Rising above


 

Rising above 

Soaked in humiliation

Standing in the corner

Of the -security check- cubical

All alone

No mum to hold my hand

Or calm down my fear

No dad to hide my shame

And wipe my tears away

No shoes, no socks, no clothes

Not even underwear

After being stripped by her

The stern face of this woman soldier

Was looking down at me in fury and contempt

 

She started her interrogation:

Where are you going to?

Palestine, my little shaky voice replied

Where are you going to? louder and firmer

Palestine, swiftly this time

There is no Palestine, do you understand

No more Palestine

Where are you going?  shouting with rage

Palestine, assertively

Determined to deny her the pleasure

Of hearing the word she wanted to hear

 

A refugee, visiting my stolen Palestine

For the first time since the occupation

A little girl of nine

Defiant full of dignity I leave

Holding in my heart

My very own victory

 

Simple truth


 

Simple truth 

Give me some pebbles to throw

Pebbles are the pathway to life

The echo of its music stays

Long after the shadow of the tyrant

 Fades away

  

Tell me;

Did you spend your life

Searching for happiness

Running after crumbs of food

Accumulating tons of rotting clothes

Desiring heaps of rusty cars

Building a house of rubbles

Chasing a mirage?

 

Calm down

Sit for a moment

And listen to your heart-beat

Whispering :

Your tomorrow never comes

Your yesterday has long gone

Your life is nothing but this moment

You are no-where; but now and here

Don’t travel far

The dream of happiness you’re after

Is very near; inside

 

So, give me some pebbles to throw

 Pebbles are the pathway to life

The echo of its music stays

Long after the shadow of the tyrant

 Fades away

 

 

My first letter


 

My first letter

During the 1967 war, I was only seven when we were forced to leave Palestine in search of safety, thinking that it’s only a matter of weeks before we could go back home. We were denied that right ever since.

As a refugee in Jordan I wrote this letter to my auntie who stayed behind in Palestine.  However, she never received it.  When I saw her 37 years later, I read the letter to her face to face.

 

 

Dearest Auntie Intisar,

I have been waiting

For many, many days

Many, many weeks

To come back home

And see you

Give you a big hug

I miss you so

I miss my bedtime stories

You used to tell me

Ali Baba, wishater Hassan

I miss your warm and gentle hand

Stroking through my hair

Till I fall asleep

 

I tried to come with my mum

And cross the boarders

Many times

“They” wouldn’t let us through

If I’d known

That this is what they’d do

I would never ever have left Palestine

But don’t worry auntie

Because I have a plan…

When I grow up

I’ll go to university

I’ll study magic

then become a fairy

I’ll turn all the soldiers into little ants

Harmless, tiny and peaceful

They’ll go away

And Leave us alone

We’ll cross the boarders

And be together again

In our homeland

Palestine

 

Love, hugs and kisses

Your niece

Nahida x x x

x x x x x

 

Political Mathematics


 

 

WARNING

 

 Hazardous Zone

Don’t read this poem if :

 

1-     you hate mathematics

2-    you hate politics

3-     you hate history

4-     you have a medical restrictions against using your brain

5-     you’ve been through some bad experiences during your education, that left you traumatized by Algebra

 

 

Political Mathematics OR Mathematical Politics

 

X=  In 1948, a small country,

Called Palestine

Was savagely attacked

By Zionist Jews

Who came from all over the world

80% of the land was occupied

They then named it “Israel

In 1967, the rest of Palestine

 Was taken over

* * * * *

Y= Palestine was inhabited by Palestinians

Which (according to Zionists)

Was defined as Φ

 i.e. the Palestinians didn’t exist

Still, they killed some of them

Exiled some more

And kept the rest under occupation

* * * * *

Z= Palestinians, like every other nation

 Resisted occupation

 For over than 46 years

Non violent Strikes

 And demonstrations

* * * * *

A= In 1994, in the month of Ramadan

A settler named Goldstein

Armed to his teeth

Entered a mosque in Hebron

Attacked the worshipers

 While kneeling down

He injured over sixty

And massacred 29

* * * * *

B=   A few days later

Surprise surprise

The first Palestinian

Suicide-bombing

Was the front page cover

In every news paper

* * * * *

How can you solve the problem?

Given that:     F= freedom    J= Justice    P= Peace S= Security     W= war  

Z + B = Resistance        X + Y + A = Aggressive Occupation   

 ————————————————————————————————————————————-

Solution 1: (by a Soft Zionist)

 

Palestine was only a piece of Arab land

Oil rich countries, with plenty in hand

All we want is “peace”, so, why not divide?

93:7 seems a fair deal .so, hurry up, and decide

We’ll cage all the terrorists, to be safe and sound

Only 3 million, hope you don’t mind

 

S=W+ P +J + F

X+Y+A = 93    Z+B = 7

Security =  war + peace + justice + freedom

Aggressive Occupation = 93          Resistance= 7

 

—————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————– 

Solution 2: (by a Right Wing Christian Zionist)

 

Palestine is a third world country

Backwards, uncivilized

Just give it all away

To some-one more deserving

Who looks more like us

Until the second coming

Of a “violent” Jesus Christ

Who will kill all the “badies”

And give us eternal life

And forever remember

In the dictionary of power

 Might is always right

The struggle for freedom

Is the twin-half of terror

So, bombard the natives

With ethics so superior

To give up resistance

And live as inferiors

Teach them our morality

Of turning the other cheek

It’s gracious, it’s noble and obviously sleek

 

P = Σ W + S – F – J

X+Y+A = 100     Z+B = 0  

Peace =  catastrophic wars +  security   – freedom – justice

Aggressive Occupation = 100              Resistance= 0     

 

 ————————————————————————————————————————————————————-

 

Solution 3: (by an Average Zionists)

 

It’s very complicated, you see

Israel” is a tiny peaceful country

With unidentified borders

And a shape so absurd

Swamped by a sea of hatred

Of terrorist Arabs, all around

Fairly and truly

In order to survive

With safety and security

All intact

We need much  much more land

And in the mean time

We’ll keep the Palestinians under our eyes

Crush their spirits, with even more lies

Until one day, they loose all the hope

They’ll give up and  go

“Voluntary transferred

A pureJewish state

 Only then, will be declared

 

S = 235 W – F – J + p

 X+Y+A = 500      Z+B = – 300

& redefine p as :     P = piece of land

Security = 235 wars – freedom – justice + a piece of land   

Aggressive Occupation = 500           Resistance = -300    

————————————————————————————————————————————–

Solution 4: (by an Ordinary Person)

 

Palestine is the holy land

It’s a treasure for all mankind

It’s an easy problem, if we use our mind

Start by correcting all the wrongs

Making them right

Give the Palestinians their own homes back

Return of refugees is a must, all right

Disarm the Zionist; the law of fairness is a fundamental fact

Theft of a whole country is a Crime Against Humanity

You want your redemption, give it all back

 

P + S =  F + J – W

 If  X+Y+B=0         Z+B=0

Peace + security = freedom + justice – war

If   Aggressive Occupation = 0                   Resistance= 0

 

 

Just a passer-by


Just a passer-by

After the murder of 12 years old Muhammed Eddurra live on TV, I used to wear an apron with his photo on it and stand in town as a sign of protest against this vile crime, one day a man came up to me expressing his support and admiration to the Palestinian people, I wrote the meaning of what he said in this poem.

 He didn’t even say his name

Just a passer-by

He wasn’t after wealth or fame

Swiftly went the way he came

A heavenly fragrance, a gentle breeze

Soothing my suffering, pain and shame

His few kind words

Kissed better my sore, painful wounds

Caused by years of occupation…

 

“You, the Palestinian nation

The bravest of all, no exaggeration

Yours is the battle of every generation

Your sacrifice is beyond imagination

You’re humanity’s torch and inspiration”

 

I bowed my head down

In appreciation!!!

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Heaven can’t wait


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Two human souls

Standing face to face

One with his guns

One with a stone

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In a moment of eternity

A soul shone with dignity

And a handful of pebble

A head held up so high

Reaching out, to the sky

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Armed with destruction

Hiding behind his tank

Aiming at the heart

Of the boy of the stone

“This is my chance

To rid the world of terror

Once and for all”

He proudly thought

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What he didn’t know, then

That, heaven couldn’t wait

To welcome her baby

He’s been really late

For, heaven loves justice

And loves those who dare

To face up injustice

And always give and care

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A mystical visit


 

A mystical visit  

Climbing up a high ladder

Patiently…step by step

Through clouds

Deep into sky

 

There; on the very top… hanging

A piece of heaven

Stretching beyond time and space

Wrapped up in a sweet musky mist

Of the breath of angels and prophets

 

 White lilies and red poppies

Growing beneath the feet of girls and boys

As they gently walked hand in hand

 Trees spoke of stories of legendry love

Gave fruit, that tastes of paradise

 

With songs of deep silence

Whispers of peace

And laughter of babies

Dancing rainbows celebrated

 

Up above…

Children with butterfly wings

Flew around their nests

Of green lanterns

That were hanging around the throne

Of the Most Merciful, Most high

 

In the horizon

Embroidered with letters of light

The name of this magical holy land

My home

PALESTINE

 

I have a dream


I have a dream 

 

I have a dream

When they stop bombing

No more shelling

To rush outside

And up a tall tree

To tie a string

Make a swing

Fly up so high

And touch the blue sky

Leave my tears up there

To come down as rain…

 

I have a dream

When tanks leave the camp

No BING … BONG … BANG

To run out and see

The deep huge sea

To swim towards his heart

Jumping up and down

Wishshsh … washshsh

Splish … Splash

Wash all my fears away

 

I have a dream

When soldiers leave my town

And the camp walls fall down

To go outside

And sitting on the sand

Write a sad story

With my own hand

Then wait for the tide

To wash my pain away

 

I have a dream

When they lift the curfew

To skip outside

Holding in my hand

The string of my kite

Racing with the wind

Fly it up so high

Tying to its tail

All my nightmares

And with the fluffy clouds

Rinse them all away

 

I have a dream

When we free our land

To open all the doors

Invite the rainbow in

Holding on his hand

To dance with my heart

Going round and round

Twirling like a derwish

Gathering love and joy

In my right palm

And down the other hand

To every needy child

Give it all away!

 

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