Absurdity on Steroid


Over the past 77 years, we Palestinians have faced an absurd type of multilayered injustice, unspeakable barbarity, chronic brutality, and compounded oppression with a twist.

We are the only oppressed group who are vilified, condemned and labelled as terrorists, for merely existing.
We are the wronged, named as oppressors, the scorned named as haters, the slaughtered named as criminals, the dispossessed named as villains, we are the murdered named as the killers.



We are the only oppressed group who are not allowed to identify or name their oppressor. 
We cannot call the spade a spade and say “Jews occupy our land” despite the fact that the only criteria that enables any human to come from any corner around the globe to settle in our land is their Jewishness.
 
We cannot say “Jews are killing us” despite the fact that every single one of the occupiers is Jewish, every fallen bomb is dropped by a Jewish pilot, every bullet is shot by the hand of a Jewish soldier who pulled the trigger, every genocidal policy is drawn by a Jewish commander who gave the orders. 
 
Yet the only word we are allowed to identify as our oppressor is “Zionism”, a conceptual shadowy word with no connection to real people who commit real Crimes Against Humanity around the clock. 
Zionism did not drop 100,000 tons of explosives over Gaza killing and injuring hundreds of thousands of innocent souls. People who identify as Jewish did.

We are the only oppressed group who are manipulated to grief for and bemoan the alleged suffering of their oppressor before their own, otherwise we are shunned and blacklisted as “holocaust deniers”

Our persistent suffering is secondary, diminished by the “eternal victimhood  of our occupiers. Our pain is peripheral, dwarfed in comparison to theirs and validated only by the magnitude of our reverence to the “unique suffering of our oppressors


We are the only oppressed group who are demanded to:

– Gratefully consent to the theft of their historic homeland,
– Gracefully lay down their only means of survival, their resistance
– Respectfully grant legitimacy to those whose aim is to exterminate them,
– Obediently protect the security of those from whom they saw nothing but savagery and barbarity 
– Humbly guarantee a permanent presence and prosperous future for those whose very ideology views the other with utter contempt as mere “animals, created only to serve them” and calls for their annihilation.
 

We are the only oppressed group who are forbidden to discuss or ask questions about the ideology of their oppressors who claim to be the “chosen” above all others and that “God gave them the land”.


We are the only oppressed group who are barred from investigating the extended 
tentacles of their oppressors, namely the extend of power and role of the global Jewish lobby in supporting and maintaining the regime that caused and maintained our Nakba for eight decades, under the pretext that there are some Jews who are against it.


As if all that is not enough, even as we get slaughtered, maimed, starved and eradicated, with our babies shredded to pieces we are still expected to watch our words and not to ever offend or hurt the feelings of our oppressors otherwise we are defamed as “hateful antisemites”.

Is it any wonder that our Nakba is still raging, eight decades and counting!

A Message to God


Dear God
My eyes are not enough

Let me borrow the eyes of all mankind
Ever existed since time began
Until the end of time

To be able to cry
Enough tears
To contain this pain
Soaring in my heart

For
My humanity is butchered
Beyond repair

 

How Can I?


Look at me

I would love to write poetry about love,

Paint rainbows and butterflies,

Roll in a meadow

Enchanted by rosebud scent

Run down the hills with open arms

Embrace the Earth

Inhale the sky

I would love to dance for love;

Twirl with jubilant nightingales

Swept off my feet

Besotted, entranced

As I sing my lullaby

I would love to dream of love, stretch my wings

 Taste the clouds, touch infinity as I fly

Watch prophets pray

Hear angels sing

Bathe in light, a Heavenly delight

Roam the cosmos before I die

I would love to sing for love

Fling 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”

Watch it heal before my eyes

I would love to close my eyes and see children smiling

Tell them stories of lily-like fairies in far-away lands

No guns pointing at their heads

No bullets shrieking…. no missiles exploding

No blood, no burns, no broken limbs,

no prison bars, no tears, no sighs

I would love to embrace a baby,

Hold her safe, sway her gently in my arms

Stroke her face in tender love, astounding wonder

Teach her sweet words, mama, baba, habibi Allah

Look into her eyes in dazzling awe and whisper

My amazing grace,

You are my hope, you are my love, you are my joy

 You are my rainbow, you are my lilac and my amber

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?

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 Gaza’s alleyways

 

Humanity, where are you?

Look at me

See me

I am here

Sighing

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

We Teach Love, Sir


Only in Palestine

 

Two Palestinian prisoners, one has been sentenced for 21 years and his friend has been sentenced for 7 years.

 

The friend who has the lowest sentence and after the approval of his mother, put a request to carry an extra 7 years on behalf of his friend, and to reduce the sentence of his friend.

 

His request was approved and they both were released  together yesterday, after 14 years in prison.

 

They celebrated together, along with their mothers, families and friends.

 

Of Her Love


Author Issa Issa Qawasmi, translation Nahida Izzat


Seventy years on, the heart is still loaded with the same question, memory or amnesia?


Every Jerusalemite is born deeply involved in belonging,

A forbidden love that turns pulse into shrapnel,

A love carrying its identity from the wound of the place,

A love transparent, as a woman’s body, does not need much of beauty frills,

A love suffice for the universe and life without a question,

A love that relinquishes its thirst from the essence of a mirage,

A love which has no need for the wisdom of distant far away sister-cities, captured in the trap of humiliation and disgrace,

A love that passionately safeguards holiness, history, geography and reasons for survival,

A love overflowing between two wars, such as a bird nesting between Earth and the Sky,

A love, free, outside coincidence, like astonishment before the door of the Resurrection,

A love of which facts, evidence and the patience of enemies got exhausted,

A love that does not tire of interpreting love,

A love against treason or amnesia,

A love that resembles Jerusalem.

​On the fringes of my heart, I chose to love you,

Everything about you is lovable

​Forgive me if the age of my pulse is short,

I love you when a cloud injures me,

​and when the road does not lead me to you,

I love you if a moon rises in your palm and if your intimacy becomes hell,

I love you as I ran out of me to you, as the narcissus of your eyes brought me as a stranger,

I love you when I ​am alone​, the heart ​left with nothing but prayer and nostalgia,

I forget you, ​to get closer to you,

I forget you​,​ ​for in you I ​recover​ ​everything I ​ever lost.

 

بقلم الاديب المقدسي عيسى القواسمي وترجمة ناهدة عزت

سبعون عاما والقلب لا زال محملا بذات السؤال ، الذاكرة أم النسيان ؟كل مقدسي يولد متورطآ بالإنتماء ، حب محرم يحول النبض الى شظايا ، حب يحمل هويته من جرح المكان ، حب شفاف كجسد إمرأة لا يحتاج الى الكثير من رتوش الجمال ، حب يكفي الكون والعمر دون سؤال ، حب يروي عطشه من جوهر السراب ، حب لا يحتاج الى حكمة المدن الشقيقة البعيدة النائية الواقعة في فخ الذل والهوان ، حب ينتصر للقداسة والتاريخ والجغرافيا وأسباب البقاء ، حب فاض بين حربين مثل طير صنع أيكه بين الأرض والسماء ، حب حر خارج الصدفة كالدهشة أمام باب القيامة ، حب ضجرت منه الحقائق والبراهين وصبر الأعداء ، حب لا يتعب من تفسير الحب ، حب يشبه القدس ، حب ضد الخيانة أو النسيان

على هامش قلبي ، إخترت أن أحبك ، فكل ما فيك يحب … وأغفري لي إن كان عمر
النبض قصير ، أحبك حين تجرحني غيمة ولا تصوبني إليك الطريق ، أحبك إن
إرتفع قمر في كفك وصار وصالك جحيم ، أحبك إذ خرجت مني إليك وأعادني نرجس
عينيك كالغريب ، أحبك حين أترك وحيدآ ولا يمتلك القلب سوى صلاة وحنين .
وأنساك لأقترب منك ، أنساك فبك كل ما أضعت أستعيد .

 

Kissed By Heaven


​Heaven descends

Caresses your cheeks

Poses a kiss

On your weary brow

​You smile

Life blooms

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With a tight embrace

and few tears

Heaven holds your heart

Washes your feet

You smile

Life blooms

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I Miss You


What! Spring still visits you, my sweetheart, despite all that pain?


Does he still yearn to give your wounded cheeks a kiss?


Does he still caress your velvet plaits with scent of roses and jasmine?


Do daffodils still bloom in your meadows, in spite of death-makers?


O, do poppies still grows yearning to touch the feet of your beloved,

Enchanted, as prophets adoration of Heaven?

This is My Palestine


I miss you sweetheart, I miss your embrace


Take me to you, embrace me, never let go


Shatter me under the beats of your heart,  let me divvy with your breath


Fade away   dissolve into nothingness

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اشتقت اليك


ما زال الربيع يزورك يا حبيبة، مع كل ذياك الالم؟

اما زال يرنو الى وجنتيك الجريحتين بقبلة؟

ويمسح بعطر الورد والياسمين، جدائلك المخملية ؟

اما زال النرجس يزهر فوق رباك رغم انف صانعي الموت؟

اما زال يكبر الحنون تحت اقدام حبيبك يلامسها بعشق وبشوق الانبياء للجنة؟

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اشتقت اليك يا حبيبتي، لدفئ حضنك

خذيني اليك، لا تتركيني ولا تفلتيني

دعيني اتفتت تحت دقات فؤادك، اتلاشى بين انفاسك

اذوب … اذوب حتى العدم

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A young Poet


 

حكاية عشق ابدية


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ذات ليلة مخملية سمراء مقدسية

دنا القمر من القمر

تعانق القمران

وبلهفة العشاق تبادلا النظرات والأشواق

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همس البدر في اذن من يهوى

كفكفي الدموع يا حبيبة

قد أطَّ لمرآها عرش الرحمن

ولآهاتك الحرَّى المهيبة

اهتزت الأكوان

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بالامس يا أحبتي

روى لنا الدهر حكاية

عن كونٍ هام بقمرٍ

عن قصة عشق ابدية

بين الخالق والمخلوق

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بين الارض وبين السما

طأطأت رؤوسها الكواكب وسجدت النجوم

بين الصخرة والفردوس

قد مد حبل من نور

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هنا قبَّلت الثرى الثريا

هنا صلى الانبياء

هنا عهد هنا وعد

هنا سعد وحبور

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هنا طافت ارواح الشهدا

مع قرع للطبول

هنا ترتيل الملائك

تقتفي اثر الرسول

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هنا صوت الحق يعلو

وهنا الباطل يفنى

وظلام الظلم يُمحى

هنا جبر للكسور

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