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Intertwined!
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How could one be spiritual
Without being saturated in love?
It’s impossible
How would one experience love
Without being spiritual to the core?
It’s not possible
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When you love
You are bursting with curiosity
Teeming with awe and wonder
You see splendour all around
In the most unlikely places
And the most unnoticeable things
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This beautiful feeling
Immeasurable
Irrational
Majestic
Real
Mysterious
Overwhelming
Defying all laws
Challenging all notions
Transcending all boundaries
Refusing to be defined
Making life worth living
Gives you a glimpse into the infinite
The unknown
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The more deeply you look at the visible
The closer you become to seeing the invisible
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As you board the boat of love
You embrace your spiritual-self
Embarking on a magical journey
Floating… following your destiny
Spirituality and love are inseparable… intertwined
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؟ ؟ ؟ ؟ ؟ ؟ ؟ . . . . . ? ? ? ? ? ? ?
What kind of music is this I am hearing?
Who is whispering in my ear?
Scented words that has no meaning
To no one else but this poor little girl
Drizzling love…serene delightful
Fizzing my mind with fragrant sparkles
Showering me with sweet aroma
Bathing me in heavenly foam
Suds of joy danced around
Bubbles of ecstasy embraced my soul
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The Spirit of Palestine
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You bombard us with death
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We “retaliate” by loving life… ever more
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You destroy our land
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We fight back by tending more
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You uproot our trees
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We resist by planting more
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You display your arrogance
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We share our hospitality and love of humanity
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You froth your supremacy with vengeance
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We embrace hope with faithful glee
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You turn our farms into eyesore fortresses
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We heal and caress with warm loving hands
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You steal our organs and chop our limbs
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Our tolerance grows… Our hearts expands
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You restrict our movement
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Our wings carry us far and high
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You destroy our homes
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Our love for the world increases many folds
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You imprison us behind walls
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We fly beyond reality and dreams
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You bomb our schools
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We learn in the street
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You cut off our energy supplies
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With candle light we persevere
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You flood us with hate and cruelty
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Our compassion grows … keeping us afloat
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You imprison our finest
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Our mothers sing for love and freedom
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You try to humiliate us
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Dignity becomes our trademark
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You try to crush our spirit
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Our courage becomes a legend
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You try to turn our lives to misery
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Our infectious celebrations inspire joy and jubilation
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You kill our babies
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Our henna-painted hands embrace those who are yet to be born
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You can burn our homes, food, beds and toys
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But you can never steal our tranquility and peace of mind
Nor can you stop us from playing
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Out of your horror
We create beauty
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In your bombshells
We grow daffodils, lilies, basil and Jasmine
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Your nerve and teargas bombs
We fill with flowers, scented and delightful
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Do you really think
Such spirit can be defeated!
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NAY
Such is the spirit of Palestine
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“Chutzpah” of Rabbi Lord Jonathan Sacks
“Falafel is Jewish”“anti-Zionism IS the new anti-semitism”
“to be a Jew in israel means you care for every life, every life is sacred”
“israel has taken a barren land and making it bloom”
“israel is an inspiration to the world”
and much much more
Watch the Lord Chief Rabbi of Great Britain
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Thank you Lina

When I visited my friend, we sat to watch the news together with her little girl Lina, who surprised us with her wisdom and compassion.
Six-year-old Lina
Sitting with her mum
In her world of dreams
Watching news
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 wouldn’t have 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
February/2004
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Clues
In faces of children, pure, innocent and adorable, I see the beauty of God
In my inexplicable ability to feel joy and sorrow, I see the heart of God
In my humble capacity and willingness to forgive I see the compassion of God
In my unfathomable awareness and comprehension, I see the Mind of God
In the ocean of love gushing through my being, embracing all, I see the face of God
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I am so blessed
I am so blessed
Being a Palestinian
Being a refugee
For over fifty years
I am so blessed
I wasn’t in the tank
With an army uniform
Killing and destroying
To frighten people away
“It was a barren land”
Later on to say!
I am so blessed
Being under curfew
For most of my life
I am so blessed
I wasn’t with the army
Erecting high walls
Shooting at civilians
At every check-point
I am so blessed
Losing my father
In one of their raids
I am so blessed
That it was not I
Flying planes of terror
Firing that missile
Then Laughing and rejoicing
The mission was a success
I am so blessed
Watching my brother
Being taken away
I am so blessed
I wasn’t one of those
Kicking till he bled
From his nose and head
I am so blessed
Burying my baby
With a bullet in her heart
I am so blessed
I wasn’t that soldier
Who took a baby’s life
Nor was I his mother
Who welcomed him a hero
When coming back home
I am so blessed
Sleeping in a UN tent
Shivering in the freezing cold
I am so blessed
I wasn’t that settler
Who occupied my home
Justifying massacres
With a “PROMISE SO DIVINE”
Then, tossing and turning
All night long
Wondering what’s wrong
Haunted by his deeds
Searching like mad
For a long lost peace
Which he can’t find
I am so blessed
Holding David’s stone
In my little hand
I am so blessed
I wasn’t giant Goliath
With mass-destruction might
Seeing himself invincible
With no hope in sight
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You are God’s masterpiece
You are God’s masterpiece
Yes… you
Those magical eyes
When you’re happy smiling
And even when you cry
This mind of yours
A universe within
Fascinating, magnificent
By its very existence
But more so, its awareness
That it exists
That big warm heart
So loving, full of passion
Without even knowing how or why
Can you keep a secret?
If you promise,
I’ll share it with you…
Did you say yes?
Ok then… listen carefully
Your desire for love is an in-built yearning
To be with the One
Most Loving, God
Your hunger for justice is the innate longing
For the Supreme Just, God
Your search for peace is truly hunting
The Only Source of Peace, God
Your secret wish for eternity is merely a deep aspiration
For the Eternal God
Your profound fascination of beauty is purely awe and wonder
Of the One Most Beautiful, God
Your appreciation of all creative arts is simply admiration
Of the One Most Creative, God
Beware, don’t be distracted by signs on the way
They’re only means to get you by
Don’t mistake them for your aim
Otherwise; your harvest will merely be
Big disappointments and flat empty dreams
A heart full of sorrow confused and jeopardized
Carry on along the path
Your home and final destination
Is the One and Only, God
For… you are God’s very own
Masterpiece
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I Sing for Life

by Palestinian poet Tawfeeq Ziyad
And I’d give half my lifetime to he who makes a crying child laugh
And I’d give the other half to protect a green flower from decay
And I’d walk a thousand years following a song
And I’d cross a thousand valleys whose paths are full of thorns
And I’d sail every sea that is rough to gather the scent at the lilac shores
I am humanity in the shape of human
So would I relax, while the chaste blood is being spilled!!
I’m singing to life
For to life I offered all my poems
And my poems are all I’ve got
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