#palestine
Darkness is all around me and
My heart holds a silent tear and
The world moves on a hurried stream
While I remain a waking dream
A lonely Palestinian like me
And nobody around the world can see
And nobody to hold me tight
Or kiss me goodnight and I'm
Just fading star in the dark night
A whispered name a distant plea
I'm just a lonely Palestinian and
Nobody can see and
The olive trees they stand so tall
Witness to every rise and fall
And I'm saddened nobody can see me
And through the silence I hold
My memories tight deep in my heart
And no comfort finds my weary soul
As justice fails to make me whole and
I'm just a lonely Palestinian
With nowhere to go.
2d ago
Jun 1, 2026 at 10:12 AM UTC
The tears that can make reality slip away
from the chaos
The raging attacks where the Palestinians can desperately ask for dire support
Who will take action so the
Palestinians do not feel betrayed?
Turning to Allah and
Seeking for answers and
An end to calamities
This chance to change this Battle around
and side with the Palestinians
Who will make the strive?
May 26
May 26, 2026 at 6:31 AM UTC
Palestine’s cries of joy
For girls and boys
Gaza that may become
The land of no Genocide
Where the people
can reside in the highest peace
Inside the chest and from East to West
Allah is the Best
Allah is Forever Undefeated
So we call for rest
May 25
May 25, 2026 at 7:04 PM UTC
There is a war brewing
There is a war that has been raging for months
There are mothers clutching their babies
The news tells me, over 200 casualties
As I watch your eyelids flutter
Holding my hands in a prayer in front of my chest
For every mother who aches
Apr 30
Apr 30, 2026 at 6:08 AM UTC
As the plane thundered overhead,
the little one smiled—faint, fragile—
at last, he thought, help had come.
He hungered for bread,
for water,
for life.
He was mistaken.
With trembling hands,
he lifted his empty plate—
but death was what descended.
Fire rained from the heavens,
hell unleashed upon him,
though innocence clothed his soul.
And far away, they celebrated.
They named him terrorist—
a child who only begged for bread.
Yes—
a terrorist,
for daring to be hungry.
Apr 21
Apr 21, 2026 at 2:12 AM UTC
I think we've grown numb to words like,
"Dead", "Killed", or "murdered".
I think we make excuses for words like,
"Raped" and "tortured".
I think we've grown accustomed to
Forced separation, and blatant theft -
All have become numbers,
There are no humans left!
Rendered as mere spectators,
We are looking for the next atrocity;
"Being paralysed is safer for my family."
Despair is the purchase we pay for in blood-money,
"That's why I go to work."
"Settle into your routines, pretend you didn't look."
"Be polite when demanding for dignified life,
"Only march if that is understood."
And in every second spent between
Decision and action,
Hundreds are obliterated!
It is as if time doesn't operate the same,
And these horrors are tolerated!
Anyone who screamed "ENOUGH!"
Risks death and imprisonment
In exchange for certainty in victory,
And God's favour.
All glamour over this life has disappeared.
There is no pleasure in idle talk,
No pleasure in selfish pursuits.
Losing my dignity and humanity
Has become a far greater threat
Than anything else I have left to lose.
Apr 16
Apr 16, 2026 at 7:45 AM UTC
such joy you reap with
each noose you tie; who will tell
you their souls live on?
Apr 10
Apr 10, 2026 at 4:37 PM UTC
how easy it is
for the one who fears death to
k!ll and k!ll again
//
hope is seeing past
great pain, knowing victory
is divine promise
Apr 10
Apr 10, 2026 at 4:39 PM UTC
They stopped me at the checkpoint...
“Your ID,” they said.
I laughed.
Not because it was funny
but because it was old.
Old like blood.
I said:
My ID?
My ID is buried
under a broken door
in a house time forgot,
in Yafa…
with my grandmother,
and the coffee that went cold waiting for me.
That word I said
they didn’t split into two lines.
I split.
Half of me
was dragged by the hair
and hung on barbed wire
like a shirt washed in blood,
and the other half
they crushed under their boots
and said:
this is the extra.
One line
beats
not because it must,
but because it loves
the sound of flesh confessing.
The other line
asks me:
Where is your country?
I said:
In your mouth
but you bite it every day.
I screamed:
Palestine.
Not a name
a hemorrhage.
They tore me in two?
No
they turned me into nothing.
A number at the border,
a file with no voice,
a body
trained to break
before it arrives.
But listen
despite everything,
the half of me
buried in my grandmother’s hands
is still growing.
And when it returns…
it won’t ask for an ID.
It will ask:
Who is still standing?
Apr 1
Apr 1, 2026 at 2:04 AM UTC
Olive trees whisper,
Sunbirds flit through golden fields.
Land hums with warm light.
Stone walls hold old songs,
Markets hum beneath minarets,
Time etched in dusted streets.
Homes crumble to dust,
Children’s cries pierce the night sky,
Hope roots in the rubble.
Jan 25
Jan 25, 2026 at 3:32 PM UTC
My breath is my living prayer.
A living prayer that never cease as long as I breathe.
I pray for only one thing.
That the Palestinian people can finally return home.
Because returning home means returning to life.
A life worth living to the fullest.
From the river to the sea.
Palestine is free.
January 2026
By Alvian Eleven.
Jan 7
Jan 7, 2026 at 9:58 AM UTC
Bullets stream,
A child's scream,
peaceful dreams,
Torn apart.
Rockets roar,
morbid art,
Buildings fall,
A bleeding heart.
Playthings now ash and dust ,
Left shattered under stone ,
Mothers eyes turned lifeless,
A child left alone.
Innocence replaced by hate,
Soft souls turned to stiffened leather,
A self-fulfilling fate,
Radicals you create,
With bombs,
And guns,
With shells,
And planes,
With tanks,
And drones.
No water.
No food.
No medicine.
No humanity.
Only insanity.
One kills for Adonai,
The other in Allah's name.
Both of them are murderer's,
Both one and the same,
Both sides are unburdened,
Deviod of all shame.
Killing women and children,
An uncivilised game.
Hamas bled its people ,
For publicity's sake .
Global condemnation ,
better than a billion bombs,
**** a million people ,
Just to further their cause.
The sons of Israel,
Commit holocaust genocide,
Old Ben is no saint,
He steals, and he lies .
How can you not see ,
Auschwitz is next door ,
Jackbooted Nazis,
Walk your parliament floor.
And shame on the people,
All over the world,
Supporting these demons,
With those flags all unfurled.
Jan 5
Jan 5, 2026 at 1:42 PM UTC
26 May, 2021
1
Ceasefire—looking towards your path, somewhere there the future of a flower.
It falls.
At the bottom night, gab flower trembling-trembling Quran falling in the yard
Between the date leaves, their morning in the madrasa.
In the concentration camp,
I also hear the tilawah of birds, hear the news of dead Palestine — in some ayat; someone's name may be stuck there, cluster of blood, ayat of a bullet pierced in some hard brain; oh martyr, brother of my morning!
2
The death of your remaining brothers may happen, I have seen on Al Jazeera the ruins of house number seventy-seven.
From the turret of ashes a few hands have come out as if,
Your children are suffering a lot in hunger!
Be flexible, or burst in rage at the news of death,
Meowa fruit you know in patience.
It will collapse only the pillars of your house, why you?
3
I did not feel surprised at anything,
Nor did I feel any sorrow anywhere.
Then why am I crying?
You can ask, of course.
I tell you—
I have not seen any such morning,
That morning in which the soil of Palestine did not cry!
One who does not cry seeing someone’s tears,
Such beast with face of demon;
Only one exists in the world — Netanyahu.
4
On cactus living thorns, knows the source of blood as leeches know the pores.
The trembling chest of your mother—
That trust has broken a few times only
Somewhere someone's body is blooming,
In the splinter of bomb the long sigh of belief.
Even after being resolved—
Israel understands weapons, understands the killing of fathers of children
Bomb also knows blood as cactus and leeches also search the source of hemoglobin.
You go to war— removing them throw the enemy's corpse on mother’s Golan land into the soil
When breath becomes heavy — take the smell of blood of a few children.
5
The Lord Who has glorified you, I am also His slave.
The One Who has taken everything from you, I am also His slave.
The One Who gives torment keeping you hungry, I am also His slave.
And in such world I am that unfortunate brother of yours;
That brother who cries beside the corpse of his brother; except being able to cry he has nothing special to do.
Jan 3
Jan 3, 2026 at 3:49 PM UTC
Palestinians.
A people I always look up to with the highest respect.
Because they are steadfast , resilient and courageous.
In their long struggle for the life they love.
They are knocked down but rose again.
They are broken but stood up again.
That's how they live with dignity.
Great honor belongs to the people of Palestine.
December 2025
By Alvian Eleven
Dec 29, 2025
Dec 29, 2025 at 3:46 PM UTC
Palestinians Have More Levantine DNA.
Every Zionist Jew in occupied Palestine has changed there name to sound more biblical and none of them are religious and hears the twist Palestinians have more Levantine DNA than them Zionist Jews in occupied Palestine so ask yourself the question??
Who's actually indigenous to the Holy Land.
Palestinians.
Dec 28, 2025
Dec 28, 2025 at 1:01 PM UTC
Habibti Oh Habibti.
I'm bored of just seeing your face on social media.
I want to come to Gaza to meet you , but how ?!..
All I want is to fly from Jakarta to Gaza.
When I arrive at the airport you greet me with your charming smile.
But when will Gaza have an airport ?!...
December 2025
By Alvian Eleven
Dec 27, 2025
Dec 27, 2025 at 4:30 PM UTC
Shattered glass returns to quartz and coral
Human cries caught up in gusts, settle on dunes
Iron rich and red
Those aren't mothers holding children
They were
Now bits and bytes for consumption
So long as the horror ends in under 90 seconds
This is how we doom scroll
Secondhand suffering
Visual colonists
Unwilling donors
Thank God you're here
It's time to cleanse your feed
Dec 25, 2025
Dec 25, 2025 at 8:46 PM UTC
When that day comes.
Give me Ben & Jerry's ice cream.
Just one watermelon sorbet special flavor.
I want to enjoy it with a refreshing relief.
While watching the Palestinian flag waving in Al-Quds.
December 2025
By Alvian Eleven
Dec 25, 2025
Dec 25, 2025 at 4:45 PM UTC
True courage belongs to Dr Hossam Abu Safiya.
He dared to stay in Gaza because the people and children of Gaza needed him.
He dared to bear the consequences with all his fortitude.
Tirelessly he worked non stop under pressures , threats , difficulties and limitations.
Meanwhile the hospital was terrorized non stop.
His family's house was also terrorized and destroyed by bombardment.
Dr Hossam had to let his son become a martyr.
He felt deep sadness but still continued to work at the hospital.
Even though he was injured he still continued working.
He cannot let the injured people and children of Gaza go untreated.
Until finally he was forced to be arrested by rotten demons.
Being arrested is the same as sacrificing oneself.
Dr Hossam was afraid but he dared to sacrifice himself.
Leaving himself imprisoned in the worst hell.
For a year endured the painful suffering of being tortured non stop by rotten demons.
But he dared to bear it alone.
Because he is not an ordinary doctor.
He is a doctor with true courage.
Without the need for heroic dramatization Dr Hossam has become a hero.
But the hero is now helpless.
All he needs are hands that can free him from the worst hell.
December 2025
By Alvian Eleven
Dec 25, 2025
Dec 25, 2025 at 4:23 PM UTC
At that day a young man named Samih Madhoun sat among the ruins of a building.
He played his oud while singing the song "Yamma Mwel El Hawa".
That song sounded sad and melancholic.
A few days later Samih sat playing his oud under a shady olive tree.
His little brother accompanied him as he sang the songs "Wahyat Albi Wa Afrafo" and "Ana Tifl Filastini".
Those songs sounded happy and relaxed.
Then another day Samih gathered with his friends in a refugee tent.
They played different musical instruments such as guitar , violin , ney , daf and darabuka.
Together they sang the songs "Shel Shel Ya Ajmal" , "Helwa Ya Baladi" and "Nassam Alayna El Hawa".
Those songs sounded energetic and full of enthusiasm.
Throughout the chaos in Gaza until today Samih never stopped singing and playing his oud.
There is nothing more enjoyable than enjoying his musical performance.
He is truly a young star shining in the midst of darkness.
Keep playing your oud Samih !!..
December 2025
By Alvian Eleven
Dec 16, 2025
Dec 16, 2025 at 2:45 PM UTC
To Abdullah.
Yesterday I entrusted my package to my friend from Jakarta.
He will arrive in Khan Yunis soon.
I will arrange for him to deliver my package to you.
As I told you before , I put a lot of goods in my package.
a bag of Torabika coffee , a bag of Energen cereal , a box of Beng Beng wafer , a box of Silverqueen chocolate , a box of Garuda nut , a box of Dodol Garut , a box of Brem Madiun , a box of Wingko Babat , a can of Khong Guan biscuit , a package of canned Gudeg and Beef Rendang.
And also a package of Tere Liye novel that you have to give to Eman in Tel El Hawa.
When my package arrives enjoy it all with your friends and family.
So that this end of year will feel relaxing.
December 2025
By Alvian Eleven
Dec 16, 2025
Dec 16, 2025 at 11:19 AM UTC
At those days.
The Palestinian people finally celebrated their great freedom.
The Palestinian flags flew from the river to the sea.
Everyone celebrated with joy and happiness.
It was the most perfect days in Palestine.
But actually it wasn't truly perfect days.
There was an emptiness in the absence of those who had been martyred.
Anas Al Sharif , Hossam Shabat , Ismail Al Ghoul , Saleh Al Jafarawi , Hassan Hamad , Aiman Al Ghadi , Mahasen Al Khatib , Wafa Al Udaini , Medo Halimy , Shaban Al Dalou , Fatma Hassouna , Dr Thabat Salim , Mohammed Salama , Mariam Abu Daqqa , Hossam Al Masri , Mohammed Qreiqeh , Ibrahim Zaher , Dorgham Quraiqi , Hiba Abu Nada , Amna Al Samni , Ismail Al Hatab , Dina Khaleed Zaarab , Alaa Azzam , Heba Zaqout , Youssef Dawwas , Nour Hajjej , Hala Abu Sada , Awni El Dous , Hind Rajab , Omar El Derawi , Rifaat Radwan , Raed Al Sharif , Khaled Nabhan , Reem , Amir , Dr Marwan Abu Sultan , Dr Hamdi Al Najjar , Moamen Abu Al Ouf , Shimaa Saidam , Doaa Bashir , Fathi Ghaben , Chef Mahmoud Al Madhoun , Dr Adnan Al Bursh , Hamza Al Dahdouh , Refaat Alareer , Yahya Sinwar
......
Too many martyrs to count.
They once had lives they loved.
Lives that were painfully stolen.
Lives they fought for and died in the struggle.
They died holding the honor of martyrdom.
Their absence will always be an eternal void in the Palestinian's freedom.
December 2025
By Alvian Eleven
Dec 10, 2025
Dec 10, 2025 at 2:44 PM UTC
The day you died.
It was the day I first knew you.
After that I became you.
If I must live it means you live in me.
Professor Refaat.
December 2025
By Alvian Eleven
Dec 6, 2025
Dec 6, 2025 at 4:38 PM UTC
Speak up for Sudan and Palestine.
Fight for Sudan and Palestine.
Do whatever you can for Sudan and Palestine.
Don't let Sudan and Palestine suffer the worst of the worst for too long.
Make yourself useful for Sudan and Palestine.
Make Sudan and Palestine your meaningful way to be a human.
November 2025
By Alvian Eleven
Nov 27, 2025
Nov 27, 2025 at 12:25 PM UTC