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Along the river bank
on a sweltering day
there she was, shining in radiant beauty
lariviere quenched her thirst
her timid smile, gentle touch
personified kindness in tranquility
the desire of many men over time
for she was not one woman
she was a piece of history
re-incarnated many times over
you may have known her as Hind Al-Husseini
who cared for the children of the Nakba
passionate for the plight of all women
her history and roots she proudly expressed
with a museum of folklore, all impressed
Then there was Hind Shoufani
who learnt love from burnt villages
we are all tired, always though in the hearts
love falasteen

re-incarnated yet again
as Hind Rajab
an innocent child
like Jesus feared by evil
and those with power
shot this child over 300 times
sixty bullets for every year of her life
a gentle life stolen by the star of David
of course there was Rostom of the Nile
whose sensual moves so captured the eye
she remained a mystery to most
the humble and shy often do
passant hind at the rivers edge
red hair blowing in the breeze
sadness of the world, a suffocating heat
on the other side of the river
was it my imagination?
or did I see a small smile?
HIND RAJAB
She was born in 2018, she was almost 6 years old when she was staying with her uncle, an evacuation order forced them to leave west Gaza early in January 2024, and it was hard to do that with Zionists Troops all round, there were 6 of them in the car when they were attacked by a Zionist tank, four were killed when her cousin called the Red Crescent begging for help and during the call the tank fired at them and the call was ended, Red Crescent tried to call them again but this time Hind answered cuz her 15 years old cousin was dead, she begged for someone to rescue her, she begged the Red Crescent operator to stay with her on the phone and never hangs up, they stayed like this for hours as they were trying to get a permission from the Zionists Army to send an ambulance to save Hind, the Palestine authority gave them the green light and when the ambulance finally arrived and while they were in touch with the head office and Hind, the tank fired at them and all calls were Lost, after 2 weeks the damaged car and ambulance were found, all were dead .. The Zionists denied having any troops around that area, as they always lie, but the evidence is clear, the car was hit by more than 300 bullets, and the satellites imagery by an independent investigator group from the UK proved that the tank was so close to the car, as Hind said, and it was clear they knew what they were doing but for more than a year, the US ex department kept backing the Zionists with their fake investigation and of course the current one will never even care about it, but we should be rest assured cuz the ones who committed this war crime are the ones investigating it, I think we owe an apology for all serial killers which never had the chance to investigate their own crimes, but what we've been witnessing in the last few months is enough to tell us the true face of the western world and the lies we believed since the 1940s, there's nothing worse than a dictatorship in disguise..


Hind Shoufani is a Palestinian film maker, poet and writer and has lived and worked in many big cities in the Middle East as a writer, producer, film director and editor. She is a founder of the Poeticians poets‘ collective in Beirut and Dubai, in which poets, men and women, from all different backgrounds and origins meet regularly to present their work to each other.

Hind al-Husseini (Arabic: April 1916 – 13 September 1994) was a Palestinian woman notable for rescuing 55 orphaned survivors of the Deir Yassin massacre, after they were dropped off in Jerusalem and left to fend for themselves. She later converted her grandfather Salim al-Husayni's mansion into an orphanage, Dar al-Tifl al-Arabi [it], to house them, which became a school providing education to orphans and other children from Palestinian towns and villages.

Hind Hussain Mohammed, more commonly known by her stage name Hind Rostom, was an Egyptian actress and is considered one of the icons in the Egyptian cinema, as she was mainly known for her sensual roles. Her physical appearance earned her the name Marilyn Monroe of the east
You must read the poem before this one, to get this one!

Three days later
as the rules clearly state
my resurrection, my fate
my love charged with ******
this I could not take
off to the police station
to set things straight
they are not the brightest
of humanity, you all must know
I stated, my words were simply
metaphor
she is innocent, any child could show
It is I, the guilty one
I jumped of my own volition
sadness and sorrow was my mental condition

The Police let her go
as this wasn't Israel
the resurrection over
she tossed me off the cliff
for real this time.
If you smiled, then I succeeded
I just died in her arms tonight
a romantic sad thought
however untrue
her arms tossed me off the cliff
into the rocky briny ocean waters
turned red with the blood of sorrow
the waves of death
washing away the scared face of me
she walked away from this loveless crime
I, in pieces floating aimlessly in the sea
my ghost still holds fond thoughts
of flowers surrounding her
This is Part one, Part two coming soon, love Poetry Noire
A fool
lives inside of me
I invited love to a dance
she came, and walked right past me
the scent of her perfume in the breeze
invisible to her eyes
quietly, I walked away
through the forest
holding the rose in my hand
a goat ran up to me
I fed her the rose
she walked along with me
death following not far behind
Red
The color of the keffiyeh
the color of blood
the color of  death
the name of the little  goat
soon to be dead
a rose is a rose
in a garden or cut
one is alive
the other not for long
a murdered friendship
time to cut my throat
and shut the hell up
Arthur Vaso Apr 5
A mystical lake
deep in a hidden forest
simmering sunsets
ferns swaying softly in the shallows
there lived a bevy of Swans
content in their surrounding of tranquility
both graceful and majestic, except for one
the ugliest swan, draped in muddy black
tolerated, he would swim amongst the others
quietly, he lived in his tears
for the one he admired the most
stayed far away
on the other side of the lake
Arthur Vaso Apr 2
I have flown here
to whisper sweet words
from beyond

the silent voice
blinded by love
and the fluttering of wings

her voice soft and sweet
reciting prose and verse
from old stories of lore

veiled in this mist of heartbreak
no longer yearning for the light
the bells toll, loud and deep into the night

years before, bone and blood
waiting for the false promises of spring
now the seasons just sad recollections

time to leave
fly back among the stars
and fade away
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