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Beyond the Horizon O’er the Treacherous Sea
Posted on November 16, 2015 by Nahida Exiled Palestinian
SINCE the atrocities in Paris on Friday evening I have been surprised just how many of my friends have believed without question the explanation of events as described by our own Government.
This is the same Government which covered up the Hillsborough disaster, lied over MI6 dirty tricks during the miners’ strike, lied over MPs’ expenses and shifted Heaven and Earth to blanket a 50 year VIP paedophile network, involving at least one former PM.
It is a truism that “all you believe are your eyes, but your eyes they just tell you lies”.
For me, as a so-called investigative journalist for more than 20 years of my working life, I am naturally more sceptical, having many times seen, at first hand, the depths to which our own British Establishment will stoop to distort the truth, cover-up malpractice and quite simply lie.
Within half an hour of the tragic events…
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Make Your Own Calculations!
Posted on November 9, 2015 by Nahida Exiled Palestinian
- The total area of the historic Palestine is about 27,000 km²
- Historic Palestine is very densely populated now, with about 5 million native Palestinians and 6 million invading usurping Jews
- There is about 7 million Palestinian refugees still living in exile, not allowed to go home
- The extreme vast majority of those invading Jews are serving or have served in the terrorist army of occupation
- The lapse of time since the beginning of “Nakba” does not diminish the Palestinian inalienable rights in Palestine, nor does it create falsified “rights” for foreign invaders to keep the loot
- The extreme vast majority of those invading Jew are living on STOLEN Palestinian land
- The extreme vast majority of those usurping Jews are actively participating in oppression, ethnically cleansing and slow genocide of Palestinians for well over 7 decades
- The extreme vast majority of the usurpers of Palestine are ideological supremacists and exclusivists who believe they are the “chosen” and have only moved constantly in one direction towards hardcore fanaticism and militarism, for whom any future solution would not be possible unless they keep control over LAND and APPARATUS of POWER
- The 7 million Palestinian refugees living in exile have the alienable Right of Return and the right to Restitution, Reparation and Compensation
- Historic Palestine it too small to accommodate 18 million people
Make your calculations!
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Entry III: The Sinking of the Nameless: Recollections of a Volunteer/Journalist
Posted on October 30, 2015 by Nahida Exiled Palestinian
No Words… Only Tears
Great tragedies are supposed to have name. The Titanic, the Lusitania… Their dead live forever in the stories we tell about them and the living fight for change in their memory that they might not die in vain. This is just a boat of ‘migrants’ that sunk in the Aegean, another number, another regrettable spat of collateral damage in the border war. But not to us, the ones who were there when the rescued came into harbour. Not to me. Last night was the most traumatic of my life. Back home, I spoke with confidence about how ‘borders kill’ – but now I’ve seen it with my own eyes and I will never forget the sinking of that nameless ship.
Official Count So Far: 11 confirmed dead (5+ children) & at least 40 still lost at sea
My friend Ashley and I were supposed to drive back across the island…
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May I Go Back, a Child
Posted on September 30, 2015 by Nahida Exiled Palestinian
I want to go back, a child,
A child who does not read newspapers, nor listen to news
Does not know wars, ignorant in the art of worrying,
Does not master politics nor write poetry
I want to go back, a child,
Playing in the folds of history,
Hiding beneath a bird’s wings
I want to go back, a child forgotten by time,
Left behind, never to be seen again
I want to go back a child, lost her way to tomorrow,
Distracted by flowers and fairies
Racing to the river to throw pebbles,
Rolling down hills, climbing trees and valleys
Gathering za’ater and basil leaves for grandma’s dinner
Then running back home for bedtime story
Bathe her rag-doll in summer dew,
Embroider her a nightdress with a thread of stars,
Adorn her hair with a rainbow wreath
In her heart whisper a lullaby
Rock a bye baby, may you fall asleep,
Tranquil and serene
Blessed the Most Sublime, how glorious the gift of life
Let her sleep, let her sleep, a pair of doves, waiting for her
Fly away little doves, but not for long,
Come back and sing for my beloved so she may fall asleep
Of water and clay make a dough, bake with loves and olive oil,
So my sweetheart may in the morning eat
Pick some grapes and prickly pears
Eat sweetheart, our land is generous, our sky is wide,
Our world, is magic, our life an astounding journey
I want to go back, a child,
Stacking stones, build palaces out of sand
Verandas for homes with windows vast and tall,
No fences around, no borders or walls
Galloping down the stream at the crack of dawn
An untamed dame, riding a golden horse
To rescue the captives in dungeons below
I want to go back, a child,
Swaying in her grandma’s thobe
Carpet of poppies, splash of daisies and dandelions
A whiff of jasmine, mint and vine,
Plaiting her hair with sapphire and a moon
Wearing mother’s bracelet, mischievous joy,
Then, hiding behind the curtain, not to be chastised
I want to go back, a child,
A child who does not read newspapers, nor listen to news
Does not know wars, ignorant in the art of worrying,
Does not master politics nor write poetry
I want to go back, a child,
Playing in the folds of history,
Hiding beneath a bird’s wings
I want to go back a child, forgotten by time,
Left behind, never to be seen again
O time, be kind
Hold this fragile heart in tenderness,
For it has melted of compassion, for those in pain
Crushed yearning for peaceful past days
I want to go back, a child, sleeping like a baby,
Waking to songs of swallows and nightingales
Not sounds of bombs, wars and threat of wars
O Grace, Most Merciful, Most Sublime
Take this broken heart,
Split asunder,
Scatter its dust over this justice-parched globe
Spring water, sweet and healing
To an ebbing gasping Home
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عسى أن أعود
Posted on September 30, 2015 by Nahida Exiled Palestinian
اريد ان اعود طفلة لا تقرأ الجريدة… لا تسمع الاخبار
لا تعرف الحروب، لا تتقن الهموم، لا تفقه السياسة لا تكتب الاشعار
اريد ان اعود طفلة في ثنايا الدهر ملعبها، ومخباها بحضن الأطيار
اريد ان اعود طفلة نسيها الزمان، ودونما التفات، مضى بلا انتظار
اريد ان اعود طفلة اضاعت طريق الغد وتاهت مع الحور في عالم الابرار
تنافس الصبيان في رمي الحصى وتدحرج الجبال وتسلق الاشجار
في لعبة العريس والعروس تنثر الريحان، تلهو مع الخلان توزع الادوار
تهدهد في احضانها دمية لكي تغفو بلا خوف من الاشرار
وكي تقر عينيها، تهمس في القلب الرقيق، تبارك الرحمن، ما أجمل الصغار
“يللا تنام يللا تنام، لاهديلها طير الحمام، روح يا حمام لا تطول، غني للغالية تتنام”
تحيك لها ثوباً من النجمات، بلون الطيف، بسحر نسائم الصيف، ندىً… دفئاً… أنوار
تعجن من التراب فطائر الزعتر بالزيت والزيتون كي تشبع العروسة في ساعة الافطار
تقطف لها الرمان والبرقوق والتفاح والاجاص والخروب والصبار
كلي يا حبيبة فأرضنا سخية والسما رحيبة … دنيانا أحلى مشوار
طفلة تصفف الاحجار، تبني من الرمل قصورا، وعلالي لبيوت ما لها اسوار
تقطف ثمار التين واللوز مع الفجر ومن مياه البير أو نبعة الوادي تملا الجرار
وتمتطي جوادها الذهبي، لتنقذ أميرة القلعة الاسيرة، كفارس مغوار
تلملم جدائل شعرها المنكوش، تزينه ببعض الماس بالياقوت بالمرجان بالاقمار
ترتدي سوار امها في بهجة، تختبي من الملامة، في خفة خلف الستار
تتمايل نشوى بثوب جدتها العتيق، بعبق التين والياسمين ولون المرج والحنون والازهار
اريد ان اعود طفلة لا تقرأ الجريدة… لا تسمع الاخبار
لا تعرف الحروب، لا تتقن الهموم، لا تفقه السياسة لا تكتب الاشعار
اريد ان اعود طفلة في ثنايا الدهر ملعبها ومخباها
اريد ان اعود طفلة نسيها الزمان، ودونما التفات مضى بلا انتظار
حنانيك يا دهر رفقاً بذلك القلب الرهوف، انه قد ذاب شوقاً لايام سعد قصار
اريد ان اعود طفلة تغفو ملأ عينيها، وتصحو مع عصافير السنونو، لا على قصف ودمار
حنانيك خذ قلبي المكلوم واطحنه دقيقاً، خذه وانثره ملحاً اوشرابا، فالارض ظمأى لعدل البارئ الغفار
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Death by Music
Posted on September 29, 2015 by Nahida Exiled Palestinian
To have a roof above your head, dance to their tune
To feed your family, dance to their tune
To find a job, dance to their tune
To keep your job, dance to their tune
To get medicated, dance to their tune
To travel abroad, dance to their tune
To polish reputation, dance to their tune
To get good references, dance to their tune
To avoid prison, dance to their tune
To breath, dance to their tune
To stay alive, dance to their tune
Yes, rejoice and keep dancing
What is left of you?
A lifeless, miserable corpse, emaciated
A sac of skin, filled with doom and gloom
Rattling bones, dancing to their tune
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حكاية عشق ابدية
Posted on September 29, 2015 by Nahida Exiled Palestinian
ذات ليلة مخملية سمراء مقدسية
دنا القمر من القمر
تعانق القمران
وبلهفة العشاق تبادلا النظرات والأشواق
همس البدر في اذن من يهوى
كفكفي الدموع يا حبيبة
قد أطَّ لمرآها عرش الرحمن
ولآهاتك الحرَّى المهيبة
اهتزت الأكوان
بالامس يا أحبتي
روى لنا الدهر حكاية
عن كونٍ هام بقمرٍ
عن قصة عشق ابدية
بين الخالق والمخلوق
بين الارض وبين السما
طأطأت رؤوسها الكواكب وسجدت النجوم
بين الصخرة والفردوس
قد مد حبل من نور
هنا قبَّلت الثرى الثريا
هنا صلى الانبياء
هنا عهد هنا وعد
هنا سعد وحبور
هنا طافت ارواح الشهدا
مع قرع للطبول
هنا ترتيل الملائك
تقتفي اثر الرسول
هنا صوت الحق يعلو
وهنا الباطل يفنى
وظلام الظلم يُمحى
هنا جبر للكسور
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Eternal Love Story
Posted on September 29, 2015 by Nahida Exiled Palestinian
Once upon a velvet night … A Jerusalemite night
The moon approached the moon
Two moons embraced
Like, true lovers, they gazed and exchanged tenderness
The moon whispered to his beloved’s ear
Sweetheart, let me dry your tears
Your tears shook the Throne of the Most Sublime
Your dignified sighs shattered the cosmos
Yesterday, my beloved
Epoch told us a story
About a Universe
Who fell in love with a moon
A never ending love story
Between Eternal and mortal, Infinite and finite
Heaven and Earth entwined
Planets bowed down, and stars prostrated in awe
Between a rock and Paradise
A rope of light unfurled
Here, galaxies kissed earth
Here, prophets prayed in adoration
Here, an oath… Here, a promise
Here, joy, bliss and delight
Here, souls of martyrs flew above
Buoyant, to drumbeats below
Here, the chanting of angels
Following footsteps of the messenger
Here, the sound of truth is loud and powerful
Here, falsehood is defeated
Here, darkness of oppression does not stand a chance
Here, hearts are consoled, wounds are healed
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Beyond
Posted on September 7, 2015 by Nahida Exiled Palestinian
Beyond
This love I have for you
Holds me, lifts me, carries me through
When all is dark
When pain is deep
When love is scarce
When friends are few
This love I have for you
Holds me, lifts me, carries me through
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Poetry for Palestine 