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Enemies of Life

Posted on September 10, 2014 by Nahida Exiled Palestinian

In Devil’s temple, they chose to pray

On corpses of babies they preyed inside

A pothole of Hell called “Israel”

Ogres of Zion crawled, side by side

Nightmare creeps of doom and gloom

Squirmed upon the Holy Land

Demons buzz above the ground

Raining death, drab, cold and blind

Gushing throe, crushing below

Leaving oceans waste behind

One stinky breath of Satan-yahu

Ghostly spell, all life denied

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Hold on, you creeps, not so fast

Your karma awaits: “meet me outside”

Filed under: poems for Palestine | Tagged: children, death, israel, Palestine, war | 1 Comment »

My Beloved Little Ones

Posted on September 10, 2014 by Nahida Exiled Palestinian

Children of the stones

Children of Palestine

Beacons of Dignity

Lanterns of Hope

Freedom-lovers, Life-Givers

Before you courage, I stand in awe

At your wounds, I lower my gaze in shame

In altruism, you are the masters

For Humanity… The Inspiration

Before the beauty of your scarred faces

I bow my head down

Kiss your feet

In utmost love and adoration

Filed under: heart songs, poems for Palestine | Tagged: children, courage, love, Palestine | 2 Comments »

I am off

Posted on September 1, 2013 by Nahida Exiled Palestinian

Hey grownups

I don’t want your world

I don’t want your crazy wars

I don’t want your gold and silver

I don’t want your shiny coins

I can’t stand your golden calf

I don’t like your silly games

I don’t want to play

no more

I am off, I don’t want to stay

I want to run away, go back

Be child again… forever

I want to hold my broken heart

Glue it back together

Paint it all anew

With a brush and splash of tears

Fill its oceans, wash the sky

Colour a rainbow all in between
.

With my doll holding my hand

Run towards the edge of the world

Where heaven dives down to kiss the earth

Near the bush where sparrows pray

There I’d sit calmly and wait

Until its all over

and grownups are no more

Come little children with Jasmine hairbands

Come pray… Come play hand in hand

Sow your torn hearts and dry your tears

Claim your voice back and sing with me

Filed under: heart songs, soul songs | Tagged: children, soul escape, wars | 1 Comment »

Only love grew

Posted on July 31, 2013 by Nahida Exiled Palestinian

When I was a little girl
My home was a tree-trunk
On a white cloud
Up…up… in the sky

In this world of mine
The sun shone forever
All seasons were spring
And love grew everywhere

In gardens… on trees
In the streets
On roof tops
In the rivers
In people’s hearts
And on their tongues

Visitors to my world
Wondered how
And why
Hate didn’t grow
Hate couldn’t grow

The secret was
In this world of mine
People could read
Each other’s minds
So, they came to understand

How others feel
What others mean
Why others do
And where others stand

That’s why
In this beautiful world of mine
Only love grew

Filed under: heart songs | Tagged: children, life, love | 4 Comments »

Raw

Posted on July 7, 2013 by Nahida Exiled Palestinian

This poem is dedicated to my friend Genie (Palestine Rose)

When you write raw

You leave your heart exposed
Unmasked
Unprotected

It will carry many cuts and bruises

It might even bleed its life out

I too, write raw

Not to appease
Neither to please
And certainly not to hurt or cause harm

Not to praise or to be praised
Not to condemn or put anyone down

But to heal and ease the pain
Of an injured world
With which I fell madly in love
Long before the day I was born

I hear rivers and oceans weeping I go to pieces
I see the tears running down sky’s face,

I melt away, I go insane

I would peel off the kernel of my soul
I would crush my being to nothingness
I would dwindle and wither away
I would set my heart ablaze
To see a child smile

Take my heart
Take my heart
grind it down
Sprinkle the dust over this tormented world
Turn it to compost
Let it feed love-hungry souls

In the palm of my hand I hold my heart, tender and sore
With delight I give it away
Watch the blossoms budding around
As one child smiles again

Wouldn’t you?

Filed under: heart songs, soul songs | Tagged: children, heart, hurt, love, pain, soul songs | 11 Comments »

Thank you Lina

Posted on April 28, 2013 by Nahida Exiled Palestinian

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

Filed under: poems for Palestine | Tagged: children, compassion, morality, Palestine | 2 Comments »

I Sing for Life

Posted on April 14, 2013 by Nahida Exiled Palestinian

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

* * *

Filed under: heart songs, poems for Palestine, soul songs | Tagged: children, fostering life, I sing for life, loving life, Palestine | 2 Comments »

As a child

Posted on January 14, 2013 by Nahida Exiled Palestinian

Don’t ever lose your sense of wonder

Look as a child with eyes open wide

You will see

Marvel at every leaf you come by

As you hold between your fingers

Laugh with tantalizing raindrops

As they touch your beautiful face

Fill your soul with glee… delightful

As you run to meet the rainbow

Don’t ever lose your sense of wonder

Listen as child with attentive heart

You will hear

Feel the awe as you’re filled with joy

While you sing your favourite tune

Swirl… twirls… jump… hop… and skip

As you chant with doves of love

Be amazed at the joyful breeze

Blowing through your dancing hair

Don’t ever lose your sense of wonder

Observe as child with a soul so tender

You will understand

Don’t ever lose your sense of wonder

Filed under: soul songs | Tagged: children, innocence, joy, life, love, soul | Leave a comment »

Beloved People of Gaza

Posted on November 22, 2012 by Nahida Exiled Palestinian

Beloved people of Gaza

Treasured heroes of Palestine

Teachers of love, courage and dignity

Archetype of humanity

Allow me to kneel down

And wash your feet with my tears

Kiss your blessed hands

And sprinkle your beautiful faces

With musk and scented rose petals

While we sat pondering like fools

Utterly helpless

Talking much and doing little

Going round and round in circles

Thinking how to help

What to offer you to relief some of your pain

As usual

Full of surprises

You come out to our rescue

Soothe our agony

You offer most precious gifts

Lessons in bravery

Steadfastness, patience, perseverance,

Defiance, resilience

Optimism against all odds

Creativity in the face of utter oblivion

You’ve demonstrated

We are the captives

You are the free one

You have chosen resistance over subjugation

You decided

Never to surrender

Never to be enslaved

Not even to superpowers

Would we ever learn from you?

Filed under: poems for Palestine | Tagged: children, freedom, Gaza, Liberation, Palestine, resistance, steadfastness | 5 Comments »

Gaza Speaks

Posted on November 16, 2012 by Nahida Exiled Palestinian

By Nahida Exiled Palestinian

LOOK AT ME

I would love to write poetry about love,

Paint rainbows and butterflies,

Roll in a meadow

Enchanted with rosebud scent

Run down the hills with open arms

Embrace the Earth

Inhale the Sky

But… How can I?

How can I?

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I would love to to dance for love,

Spin with jubilant nightingales

Swept off my feet

Twirl and sway

Besotted, entranced

As I sing a lullaby

I would love to fly

Roam the cosmos before I die

* * *

But how can I?

How can I?

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I would love to sing for love

Flung open the gates of my soul

Invite the world in

Tuck it all under my wings

Rock back and forth

Caress its wounds

Whisper “I love you” in its ear

See it heal

Before my eyes

* * *

But how can I?

How can I?

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I would love to close my eyes and see children smiling

Tell them stories of lily-like fairies in faraway lands

No guns pointing at their heads

Not of bullets shrieking or missiles exploding

No blood, no tears, no prison bars, no sighs

But

How can I?

There is a dagger in my heart

I am hurting

Hurting

I bleed

I cringe

I cry

HUMANITY, WHERE ARE YOU?

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I am being slaughtered

Under your watchful eyes

I am cold… cold…. cold

I cringe

I cry

Humanity, where are you?

Why do you turn your face away?

Why do you keep looking the other way?

I am here

Languishing

In Palestine alleyways

Humanity, where are you?

Look at me

See me

I am here

Sighing

Fading away

In Gaza’s alleyways

I cringe

I cry

Humanity,

Enough turning the other way !

Turning a deaf ear

Turning a blind eye

While I,

and oh ! My poor children

Die

Filed under: heart songs, poems for Palestine | Tagged: children, Gaza, Palestine, Palestinian, women | 34 Comments »

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In Devil’s temple, they chose to pray

On corpses of babies they preyed inside

A pothole of Hell called “Israel”

Ogres of Zion crawled, side by side

Nightmare creeps of doom and gloom

Squirmed upon the Holy Land

Demons buzz above the ground

Raining death, drab, cold and blind

Gushing throe, crushing below

Leaving oceans waste behind

One stinky breath of Satan-yahu

Ghostly spell, all life denied

Hold on, you creeps, not so fast

Your karma awaits: “meet me outside”

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Children of the stones

Children of Palestine

Beacons of Dignity

Lanterns of Hope

Freedom-lovers, Life-Givers

Before you courage, I stand in awe

At your wounds, I lower my gaze in shame

In altruism, you are the masters

For Humanity… The Inspiration

Before the beauty of your scarred faces

I bow my head down

Kiss your feet

In utmost love and adoration

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