No chance by chance


 

 

No chance by chance

 

 

 Dears

Please listen carefully

And let maths speaks

 

For an “average sized” single protein

To form by chance

From a group of amino acids

The probability is:

 

Not one in a million

Not one in a billion

Not one in a trillion

Not even one in zillion

Not one in zillion… zillion… zillion

Zillion… zillion… zillion

 

And I don’t even know

What zillion is

 

The probability is:

 One in

A number that we can’t even read

 

That consists of one

And in front of it

Three hundred zeros!

 

In mathematics

If the probability is smaller

Than one in

10000000000000000000000000000000000000000

0000000000000000000000000000000000000000

0000000000000000000000000000000000000000

000000000000000000000000000000

(150 zeros)

 

It is accepted as a zero probability

 

 

But wait

 

This is not

The end of the story

 

That is … only

Just one

Humble protein

 

If we explore more:

One of the smallest bacteria

Ever discovered

Have 600 proteins

 

What about a human cell

We need millions of proteins

 

We also need:

Nucleic acids

 Carbohydrates

Lipids

 Vitamins

Electrolytes

 And many other chemicals

 

Arranged in a specific proportion

 Harmony

 And design

 In terms of both structure

 And function

Don’t you think that

Saying that all this is accidental

Is a little bit OTT

 

This is beyond probability

 

If not

 

I want to ask you

 One simple question

Just do me a favour

 

And make me

 

A fly

 

29-03-2006

 
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Love impossible


 

 

Love impossible

 

 

You’re all around me

The air I breathe

I am longing to touch

 

You’re my humming heartbeats

That keeps me going

But I’m failing to hear

 

You are my fascinating vision

I frantically follow

In vain craving to see

 

You’re the sane-side of my mind

Giving meaning to my life

I’m madly trying to grasp

 

You are my pure inspiration

My gleaming thoughts

I am eager to seize

 

You are my flowering soul

That blooms inside

I’m yearning to hold

 

You are my astounding hope

My beautiful dream

I am dying to live

 

Because of you… I am dying to live

Because of you… I am dying to die

 

I want to live… I want to die

I want to live… I want to die

I want to live… I want to die

 

Life impossible… life is possible

 Death impossible… death is possible

Love impossible… love is possible

I am going mad!

 

09-06-2006

 
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Little boxes


Little boxes… little boxes… little boxes… little boxes… … … …

 

-Do you believe in God?

-I am a scientist, I don’t do religion

 

-Do you think we are here for a purpose?

-I am a biologist, I don’t do theology

 

-Can you see the splendour in this pattern?

-I am an artist, I don’t do mathematics

 

-Isn’t this garden just fascinating?

-I am an accountant, I don’t do botanic

 

-Do you like this poem?

-I am a chemist, I don’t do poetry

 

-Do you think drinking water is good for you?

-I am a physicist, I don’t do nutrition

 

-What do you think of the war on terror?

-I’m a priest, I don’t do politics

 

-Do you like this ruby-red colour in my painting?

-I am a politician, I don’t do art

 

-Do you think there was once a country called Palestine?

-I am an historian; I don’t do geography

 

-Do you think separating people with a wall mounts to apartheid?

-I am a solicitor, I don’t do international law

 

-Do you think people have the right to choose their faith?

-I am an atheist; I have no time for irrationality and superstition

 

-Do you think Muslim women should have the right to choose the way they dress?

-I am a secular free-thinker; I don’t like offensive religious symbols

 

-Do you think killing thousands of innocent people is a war crime?

-I am policeman; I don’t voice my opinion

 

-Do you agree with bombing schools and children?

-I am a teacher; I don’t take sides

 

-Do you agree with the right of self-defence?

-I am a Christian; I always turn the other cheek

 

-Do you think boycotting a tyranny could be fruitful?

-I am a shopkeeper; I get the best value for money, I don’t care where it comes from

 

-Do you agree with illegal settlement, and land confiscation?

-I am a journalist; I have to give an impartial view

 

-Do you oppose oppression and occupation?

-I am a human right advocate; I have to be neutral

 

-Do you feel guilty after shooting little boys for throwing stones?

– I am a soldier; I only follow orders

 

 

-Doctor… doctor… I had enough, I think I am going mad, I feel sick, can’t breath, I’m trembling, sweating, aching all over, help me…

 

-I am an orthopaedic; I only do bones

 

When you come to see a doctor, you can’t be vague; you’ve got to be precise:

Is this pain in your lower abdomen or upper thigh?

Is it at the top of your fingernail or at the bottom of your ear?

Is it in your left nostril or your right toe?

Is it above your hip or beneath your eye-brow?

I did my PHD in MCP (metacarpophalangeal joint ) known as knuckle/ finger joint; do you realize?

You need to be specific; I need to know before referring you to the relevant specialist, DO YOU UNDERSTAND?

 

07-10-2006

 

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Mind teasing


 

Mind teasing

 

Virtual/ surreal reality & Relativity, limitations and inadequacy of mind and science:

 

Things to stretch the imagination and to ponder about:

 

-What is the universe without the viewer? What is matter without the observer? And is there such a thing as absolute matter/material world?

 

-Does colour exist without an eye to see?

 

-Does sound have any presence or meaning without ears to hear and mind to interpret?

 

-Does matter have any substance or essence without hands and nerve-system to experience?

 

-What is time without the observer? Is there such a thing as absolute time detached from the observer?

 

-If our brains have a 3-seconds memory span, will time have any meaning in our world?

 

-If there is no brain at all to perceive the moment, the past and the future; is there such a thing as time?

 

The only way we perceive things in the world is through our senses: seeing, hearing, smelling, touching, tasting, feeling, and memory.

 All are brain functions, all are internal subjective interpretation of electric pulses.

 

-If there are no senses to perceive matter and energy; is there such a thing as the cosmos and space?

 

-What would be the looks, colours and sounds of the universe if we could perceive the entire spectrum of light and sound waves that exist?

 

If our brains were built differently, say if our optical nerves were connected to the part of the brain that interpret sound, we’d be hearing light signals, red would be perceived as a noise and green would be heard as a different sound.

 

 If our nerve taste-buds were connected to the part of the brain that interprets pain we’d be suffering taste of chocolate.

 

 If our touch nerve-endings were connected to the part of the brain that interprets sounds we’d be hearing the stone as we caress it, solid matter would hum differently from liquid or gas.

Sitting on a sofa might have a deep melody yet hitting a wall might be deafening.

 

If our hearing nerves were connected to the part of the brain that interpret touch or pain, we’d be touching the heat of Mozart’s symphony and aching as w do.

 How warm or painful is the voice of your cat, or how spongy or firm is the sound of your TV might be legitimate questions.

 

As I am writing this now; am I sitting inside the room or the room is actually inside my brain as perceived through my constrained senses?

What is the real entity of the room without me observing it with my restricted intellectual capacity?

 

Un-detached from our subjective senses and being totally trapped in them; all what we experience and perceive as real and think of as truth has no correlation in terms of absolute reality.

 

Trying to find out absolute facts and supreme truths is impossible with our existing limitations.

 

Trapped in our senses there is absolutely no way that we could ever find out any absolute reality.

 

Reality as we perceive is a mirage.

 

The closer we think we are getting to discovering reality, the further away we become from knowing and comprehending it?

The irony is that in the world of secularism, where people rely utterly on physical matter and materialism to understand and explain the world and our own existence; we fall flat on our faces as we hit the walls of constraint and limitation of our material senses.

 

Science can only take us so far; then perplexed, mystified, and subdued we surrender.

 

Don’t get me wrong, I love science, I delight in learning; but with the restraint of our senses we can never know any absolute reality of things, acknowledging our limitations is a step forward towards making sense of it all, getting some meaning and understanding of our own existence.

Virtual reality

 

 

Do you know the grass you see?

Is it really green or have you been deceived?

 

Can you feel the stone you hold?

Is it truly solid or could your hand simply run through?

 

What about this butterfly floating up and down?

Is it out there or merely an icon in your brain?

 

Are you sitting in the room, or is it the other way around

I mean the room is but conceived inside your mind?

 

If you erase your memory, what would be of yesterday?

What does tomorrow mean, when you’re never there?

 

What is a tree?

What is wood?

What is a cell?

What is a molecule?

What is an atom?

What is a proton?

What is a quark?

Names… names… names… nothing but names

All we know is how to give a name

This silly game I can’t work out

 

What is matter when all is none but energy

Condensed, concealed, slowed down?

Is it really true that energy is nothing but mass

Travelling with the speed of light?

 

The more we learn, the more manifest is our ignorance

The closer we become, the further we propel away

The harder we think, the less we understand

 

Trapped in space

Jailed in time

Restricted with my senses

How can I ever know? Will I ever come to grasp?

 

20-10-2006

 

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BE


 

BE

 

You declared… BE

And I was

 

 An atom I am… spinning

In your presence

Magnificent

 

A seed… blooming

Thriving on the bounty of your love

Overwhelming

 

A butterfly… rotating

Drawn to your radiance

Irresistible

 

A star… glowing

A sign of your light… upon light

 Spectacular

 

A universe

Expanding… bursting with beings

 A manifestation of your wonders

Majestic

BE… and all was

September-2005

 
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Inner beauty


 

Inner beauty

 

Hesitant

 

Getting closer

 

Zooming in

 

Worried

 

Weary

 

Expecting a tedious bore

 

To my surprise

 

I found a pearl

Hidden in the deep

 

Concealed

By layers of my ignorance

 

The thrill is never over

Every layer that I peel

Reveals still

 Beauty beyond imagination

 

I wonder

What will I find

If I ever get to the core

 

 

25-04-2006

 
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Life on hold


 

Life on hold

 

With my roots uprooted

Swinging like a pendulum

Exile…home… exile… home…exile…

 

Where my culture is appropriated

Threatened with erosion, nay extinction

 

Torn between two paradoxical worlds

My tortured soul exists

 In a state of permanent suspension

 

Life on hold

 

With my heart torn apart

I dangle in between two realms

Earth… heaven… earth… heaven… earth…

 

My body is here but my soul is far away

Running after my beloved’s mirage

I am endangered of annihilation

 

Frayed between two impossible worlds

My tormented core wavers

In a state of permanent suspension

 

Life on hold

 

With my memory shredded into pieces

I hang in the hue of non-existence

Past… future… past… future… past…

 

My brain is working

But my mind has gone missing

I am forcibly pushed towards insanity

 

Worn out between two dream worlds

My agonized being lingers

In a cosmos of thirteen dimensions

In a state of permanent suspension

 

Life on hold

28-03-2006

 

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Get to know me


 

Get to know me

 

Physically:

Normal looking

Sub-normally looked at

Abnormally dealt with

 Joyfully sad eyes

Head inflamed with grey hair

Petite for my age

Giant with my pain

 

I would say

A beautiful beast

Or an ugly butterfly

 

Emotionally:

Extremely sensitive

Yet incredibly thick-skinned

I feel so much for all others

While some-others deny my own existence

Spectrum of two extremes of intense emotions

Fluctuating between

Unwavering hope and utter despair

 

I would say

A strong wimp

Or a spineless hero

 

Intellectually:

Above average

 Below-humanly perceived

 Viewed as a mentally suppressed creature

Trying to solve the world’s problems

While failing to figure out my own

Sharp with a great deal of naivety

Simple with much complexity

 

I would say

A stupid genius

Or a gifted fool

 

Spiritually:

Faith is my lone reason for being

My fountain of hope

Overflowing with love, and joy

Yet for some I am the source of evil

And manifestation terror

Sporadically vibrating with the yoyo of my deeds

Between intimate nearness and lonesome isolation

 

 

I would say

A mild extremist

 A hostile angel

A tender terrorist

An mischievous child

 

Wouldn’t you agree?

 

30-03-2006

 

 

 

By the way I think this works perfectly in identifying any Palestinian

Just look for those common characteristics, you will be amazed

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Letting go


 

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 that you hang up

At the back of the door

Smelling them

Holding your jumper in my arms

Covering my face with it 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, 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 the operation

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 Quran 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, Habeebee

In those modest words

We relived our life that night

We relived our love that night

Habeebee… 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 other’s eyes

Into each other’s 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

That Khaled sponsored, looked after

And supported

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 now

And I knew it…

"We will not attain virtue

Unless we’re able to give

Of what we 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… Habeebee

 

10-02-2006

 

 

 
© Copyright 2006 Nahida Izzat -PoetryforPalestine – All Rights Reserved

But then…how?


 

But then…how?

 

How can I face the Lake District

Without you

What can I say to the trees

That we used to caress together

When they feel my cold trembling hands?

 

 How can I comfort the mountain

That we used to climb

When it starts mourning you?

 

What can I tell the fallen leaves and flowers

That I used to gather

When they realize that

You’re not with me any more to admire?

 

What can I say to the waterfall

When it hears my lonely footsteps

Without yours rubbing against them?

 

What about your Ness Garden

Membership card

That’s still hugging mine

How can I show it

 To the smiling lady at the gate?

 

And how can I ease the pain

 Of colourful azaleas

And scented roses

When their wondering sad eyes

 Question me about your absence?

 

How can I soothe the aching

Of the birds’ hearts

That used to sing for us

When they look down

And see not your shadow

Holding mine?

10-2-2006

 
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