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junie 1d
A promise made, a vow—unbelievably grand
Until tanks and footsteps disturb the land
Handshakes firm, papers signed
Yet missiles and bullets still lag behind

Peace is non-transferable, war is our own,
Limited liability for the lives that we've blown
For threat prevention, we may reinforce,
Bombs will drop without a hint of remorse

When the world begins to ask
We say we honored it, our assured task
A truce! A pause! A peaceful day!
We’ll bomb them all by the end of May

We reserve the right to reverse the ceasefire
As bodies fall to the chorus of our choir
Diplomacy’s a practiced art—
Where ceasefires end before they start
satirical poem on the genocide in Palestine
O steadfast ones in the heart of the battle,
Bow to the goddesses of beauty and to the kingdom,
Kingdoms of charm and beauties of the north,
Women of the frost and the treacherous sea,
Sultans of the south and the narrow paths,
Women of the sands and the enchanting beauty,
And the sacred lands in the crowded earth,
And the worshipers of normalization
with the foxes of the herd,
Occupiers of the lands and binders of hands,
Hands preventing ******,
Hands addicted to ******,
****** of the right of land ownership,
And the right of protecting honor,
The right of the land of peace,
Against the sellers of illusions,
And lovers of bedtime stories,
Stories of Kalila and Dimna,
And the piled-up books,
The sacred holy books,
And the stained treaties
with the blood of the innocent,
And the fabrication of news,
the forging of testimonies,
And the internal incidents,
And despair,
And despair,
And despair,
And the betrayal of humanity..
In a land where the olive trees sway
History will forever stay
In the land of Palestine every day
With hopes intertwined
In our hearts we'll find
A promise for everlasting
Peace one day.
Palestinian Land Not for Sale 🇵🇸

The Palestinian genocide has not stopped it is ongoing and is encouraged by Trump’s unconscionable and dehumanizing policy of ethnically cleansing the Palestinians from their Gaza homeland.
Alvian Eleven Jan 29
Oh Habibti.
Why are you so beautiful ?
Your smile seduces my heart.
Your gaze brightens my soul.
You are the most beautiful woman in Gaza.
I want to make you my beloved wife.
Oh Habibti.

'Uhibuk habibti.
Ant 'ajmal amra'at habibti.


January 2025

By Alvian Eleven
Alvian Eleven Jan 29
The patriot spirit is the true spirit of America.
That's why a young man named Aaron Bushnell joined the American military.
He wanted to be able to dedicate himself for America.
Like the ancestors of America during the 1775 revolution.

But in the end he was disappointed.
When he realized that America had lost its true spirit.
There was no longer any patriotism that he was proud of.
It had only become an illusion full of falsehood and hypocrisy.

For a long time until now America has been gripped by Zionists.
The government is filled with political clowns who play *****.
Serving Israel's interests for decades.
Which is gnawing away at Palestinian land.

Aaron Bushnell was forced to ***** his hands.
He wanted to resist but had no power.
The only way was to free himself in the most extreme way.
He hatched a plan to burn himself with a rage he could never vent.

In front of the Israeli embassy he stood.
Wearing a military uniform that looked dashing.
Then he doused his whole body with gasoline.
Lit a fire that burned his whole body.

He was burned but still standing.
He was in pain but still standing.
Then with a loud voice he shouted
Free Palestine !... Free Palestine !...

In the end he collapsed.
The fire had burned his whole body.
Then the security guard pointed a gun.
Shot him until he died.

Aaron Bushnell sacrificed himself.
He had become a true American patriot martyr.
But the media called him suffering from mental disorders.
While awakened Americans dared to oppose their rotten government.

Palestinians learned of Aaron Bushnell's sacrifice.
In the midst of the Gaza chaos his smiling face photo was shown everywhere.
Viewed with great honor , high pride and deep emotion.
A true American patriot has become a hero who will always be remembered.


January 2025

By Alvian Eleven
Alvian Eleven Jan 28
The end of Kaliyuga the world is filled with darkness.
The light is getting dimmer the darkness is getting thicker.
But the light is struggling to reach a turning point.
The darkness is fading the light is shining.
The beginning of Satyayuga the world is filled with light.


January 2025

By Alvian Eleven
Alvian Eleven Jan 28
The people of Gaza have lost everything.
What they have not lost is themselves and the land that they stand on.
The land that has been purified by the blood of martyrs.
From that land they will grow a new refreshing life.
With new air.
With new spirit.
With new color.
With new vision.
With new dream.
With new hope.
With new energy.
This is the great revival of Gaza.

January 2025

By Alvian Eleven
Alvian Eleven Jan 28
In the midst of the long chaos there was NO WAY HOME for the people of Gaza.
The people of Gaza were displaced FAR FROM HOME.
Now the long chaos is over and the people of Gaza celebrate their HOMECOMING.


January 2025

By Alvian Eleven
Alvian Eleven Jan 27
The long chaos in Gaza was the culmination of Israeli occupation since Nakba 48.
But now the chaos has ended and the displaced Gazans can return to their own land.
This is a significant turning point for the liberation of all Palestinian land.
The struggle will continue until there is no more Israeli occupation.
People in Gaza and West Bank have the right to return to the confiscated land of their grandparents.
They will return with the old keys that belonged to their grandparents.
To carry on the long awaited hope.
Standing on the land that has been liberated.
From the river to the sea.

Januari 2025

By Alvian Eleven
Alvian Eleven Jan 27
If Gaza had not experienced a long period of chaos.
I would never have known the people of Gaza.
Been in contact with them through all social media accounts.
Created a deep mental and emotional bond for more than a year.

Usually every day I always thought about them and worried about them.
They always told me whatever was happening and what they were experiencing.
Fear , suffering , sadness , bitterness , tiredness , anxiety.
The feeling of loss the beautiful past , trapped in the painful present and questioned the uncertain future.
I also felt all of that every day until I felt no longer normal.
I lost sanity in my mind and my soul.
I lost enjoyment and pleasure in anything.
I lost my spirit to live.
My life became a mess because I worried too much about their fates.
They were always threatened death everywhere.

When they felt fragile I gave them words of encouragement.
When they felt sad I gave them words of comfort.
When they were in despair I gave them words of hope.
Every day I was always there for them.
Virtually accompanied them through a long chaos full of suffering.

I also felt happy when they shared memories of the past.
Talked about nostalgia of their colorful past lives.
Their peaceful homes and neighborhoods.
Beautiful corners of their cities.
Their favorite places and streets.
Their pleasant habits.
Their fun moments.
All of that made me engrossed.

I was also happy when they shared about their daily life in the refugee camp.
They tried to enjoy whatever they could still enjoy.
They tried to do whatever they could still do.
Even though each day was full of difficulties , limitations and dangers. They could always smile and laugh.
As Mahmoud Darwish said.
We love life whenever we can.

Now that the long chaos in Gaza has ended.
I feel so happy and relieved just like them.
I no longer have to think and worry about them every day.
They have regained peaceful days without any threats.
They can celebrate euphoria full of joy.

But I also feel sadness.
This means it's time to say goodbye to them.
I have to go back to restore my messy life.
Likewise , they have to rebuild their lives that have been destroyed.
So this is a farewell.
I will always miss them all.
Relationships with Gazans are the best thing that happened in the worst time.
I am grateful to have got to know Gazans.
See you all in the good time.


January 2025

By Alvian Eleven
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