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The Story by Kamal Nasser translation by Michael R. Burch I will tell you a story ... a story that lived in the dreams of my people, a story that comes from the world of tents. It is a story inspired by hunger and embellished by dark nights of terror. It is the story of my country, a handful of refugees. Every twenty of them have a pound of flour between them and a few promises of relief ... gifts and parcels. It is the story of the suffering ones who stood waiting in line ten years, in hunger, in tears and agony, in hardship and yearning. It is a story of a people who were misled, who were thrown into the mazes of the years. And yet they stood defiant, disrobed yet united as they trudged from the light to their tents: the revolution of return into the world of darkness. Kamal Nasser was a much-admired Palestinian poet and Palestinian Christian, who due to his renowned integrity was known as "The Conscience." He was a member of Jordan's parliament in 1956. He was murdered in 1973 by an Israeli death squad whose most notorious member was future Israeli Prime Minister Ehud Barak. Barak (born Ehud Brog) later ruled as Israel’s tenth Prime Minister from 1999 to 2001. His adopted Hebrew name Barak means "lightning." As a younger man, Brog/Barak was a member of a secret assassination unit that liquidated Palestinians in Lebanon and the occupied territories. In the 1973 covert mission Operation Spring of Youth in Beirut, which was part of the larger Operation Wrath of God, he disguised himself as a woman in order to assassinate Palestinians. The raid resulted in the deaths of two women, one of them an elderly Italian. Two Lebanese policemen were also killed, along with the poet Kamal Nasser. Nasser was the PLO's most prominent Christian and he enjoyed "great appeal" in Lebanon, Syria, and Iraq "both as a distinguished poet and likeable personality." He was the “conscience of the Palestinian revolution,” according to Nazih Abul-Nidal, who worked with him on the magazine Filastin al-Thawra. Nasser “had the most democratic outlook of all Palestinian leaders at the time,” he recalls. He respected opposing views, admired the commitment of young people, and was a major recruitment asset for the Palestinian revolution. “That is why he was put high on the hit-list.” The previous year, the Israelis had murdered another renowned Palestinian writer and activist in Beirut, Ghassan Kanafani, by booby-trapping his car. Nasser’s successor, Majed Abu Sharar, was also assassinated by Israelis, in Rome in 1981 while attending a conference in solidarity with the Palestinian people. Keywords/Tags: Kamal Nasser, Palestinian, Palestine, PLO, Conscience, Ramallah, Christian, religion, poet, Arab, Arabic, Arab Spring, betrayal, conflict, courage, devotion
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Dec 9, 2021
Dec 9, 2021 at 7:55 AM UTC
Translation of "The Story" by the Palestinian poet Kamal Nasser
The Story by Kamal Nasser translation by Michael R. Burch I will tell you a story ... a story that lived in the dreams of my people, a story that comes from the world of tents. It is a story inspired by hunger and embellished by dark nights of terror. It is the story of my country, a handful of refugees. Every twenty of them have a pound of flour between them and a few promises of relief ... gifts and parcels. It is the story of the suffering ones who stood waiting in line ten years, in hunger, in tears and agony, in hardship and yearning. It is a story of a people who were misled, who were thrown into the mazes of the years. And yet they stood defiant, disrobed yet united as they trudged from the light to their tents: the revolution of return into the world of darkness. Kamal Nasser was a much-admired Palestinian poet and Palestinian Christian, who due to his renowned integrity was known as "The Conscience." He was a member of Jordan's parliament in 1956. He was murdered in 1973 by an Israeli death squad whose most notorious member was future Israeli Prime Minister Ehud Barak. Barak (born Ehud Brog) later ruled as Israel’s tenth Prime Minister from 1999 to 2001. His adopted Hebrew name Barak means "lightning." As a younger man, Brog/Barak was a member of a secret assassination unit that liquidated Palestinians in Lebanon and the occupied territories. In the 1973 covert mission Operation Spring of Youth in Beirut, which was part of the larger Operation Wrath of God, he disguised himself as a woman in order to assassinate Palestinians. The raid resulted in the deaths of two women, one of them an elderly Italian. Two Lebanese policemen were also killed, along with the poet Kamal Nasser. Nasser was the PLO's most prominent Christian and he enjoyed "great appeal" in Lebanon, Syria, and Iraq "both as a distinguished poet and likeable personality." He was the “conscience of the Palestinian revolution,” according to Nazih Abul-Nidal, who worked with him on the magazine Filastin al-Thawra. Nasser “had the most democratic outlook of all Palestinian leaders at the time,” he recalls. He respected opposing views, admired the commitment of young people, and was a major recruitment asset for the Palestinian revolution. “That is why he was put high on the hit-list.” The previous year, the Israelis had murdered another renowned Palestinian writer and activist in Beirut, Ghassan Kanafani, by booby-trapping his car. Nasser’s successor, Majed Abu Sharar, was also assassinated by Israelis, in Rome in 1981 while attending a conference in solidarity with the Palestinian people. Keywords/Tags: Kamal Nasser, Palestinian, Palestine, PLO, Conscience, Ramallah, Christian, religion, poet, Arab, Arabic, Arab Spring, betrayal, conflict, courage, devotion
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An inland blockade from Israel cut off life giving supplies to the Palastians in Gaza. This happened around 2010. Formulated was the "GAZA FREEDOM FLOATILLA". Their strategy was to dock in Gaza-away from land-and deliver much needed life saving supplies. However, the flotilla was seized- on the sea -by the Israeli Navy consisting of one hundred and fifty sailors. Around ten people from one of the flotilla ships were killed and  brutality reigned supreme. ( a Turkish ship fought back ) Incarcerations from the floatilla to Israel's jails took place. And so I dedicate this writing to these wonderful people of conscience and their brave hearts upon the sea... Days of siege Days of conscience Days of hope Sailing to their destination Days remembered Day's compassion Days remembered these needed cargoes held Engines turning on paths of caution; love is carried on sailing symbols Each ship and boat will shout her name Will shout in spirit dear Rachel Corrie,dear Rachel Corrie Will shout in spirit dear Rachel Corrie Brave hearts you suffered so upon the sea Brave hearts you fought for truth, hope and dignity Brave hearts on floating love Brave hearts you are that peaceful powerful dove Brave hearts you are our guiding light Brave hearts you pierced that darkened blackened night Brave Hearts upon the sea...
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Sep 8, 2014
Sep 8, 2014 at 1:34 AM UTC
Brave Hearts Upon The Sea
the Himalayas rise there is snow on the peaks I watch it from my bed I gaze and gaze at it in the morning as a little village girl goes by sniffling with cold I too am cold it is chilly here in Tosh in May but a young Israeli boy took off his shirt and stood on the fencepost of the guesthouse dancing down was the deep green valley all of us watched in admiration the next day I went down to the waterfall which from here is a beautiful whisper in the air there are donkeys and a path and pretty houses on the other side of the valley and everywhere there are people smoking hash and relaxing in the cafes and the guesthouses it is almost like a pilgrimage smokers keep coming and sit around smoking talking I pull down my woollen cap my arms and back feel the chill despite a thick sweater despite a blanket and a four inch thick quilt I roll my joints and smoke them alone sometimes smoke them with others I look at the hills and the valleys and the wooden houses I look at the white peaks glowing in the sun and talk about CCR and stained glass art with Michael from Norfolk who’s going down the valley to another village for a party tonight with his young Spanish friend I talk about Bombay with Puneet and Manya from Kanpur who’ve come here on a Bullet Hash Heaven Manya says reading my mind as the joint passes on to the four engineering interns from Delhi and all the time I sip on ginger lemon honey for my sore throat until on the last day it disappears unlike the young Israeli girl’s pink laptop in a pink cover found by the part time caretaker in the garden on a pink chair she left behind last night because it was too dark come again the guesthouse boys say to me as I pay them what a scene I think how cool as I begin to leave the village down the dung-clotted stone steps nodding to the smokers coming in.
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Jun 7, 2017
Jun 7, 2017 at 11:13 PM UTC
From My Window Here In Tosh
the Himalayas rise there is snow on the peaks I watch it from my bed I gaze and gaze at it in the morning as a little village girl goes by sniffling with cold I too am cold it is chilly here in Tosh in May but a young Israeli boy took off his shirt and stood on the fencepost of the guesthouse dancing down was the deep green valley all of us watched in admiration the next day I went down to the waterfall which from here is a beautiful whisper in the air there are donkeys and a path and pretty houses on the other side of the valley and everywhere there are people smoking hash and relaxing in the cafes and the guesthouses it is almost like a pilgrimage smokers keep coming and sit around smoking talking I pull down my woollen cap my arms and back feel the chill despite a thick sweater despite a blanket and a four inch thick quilt I roll my joints and smoke them alone sometimes smoke them with others I look at the hills and the valleys and the wooden houses I look at the white peaks glowing in the sun and talk about CCR and stained glass art with Michael from Norfolk who’s going down the valley to another village for a party tonight with his young Spanish friend I talk about Bombay with Puneet and Manya from Kanpur who’ve come here on a Bullet Hash Heaven Manya says reading my mind as the joint passes on to the four engineering interns from Delhi and all the time I sip on ginger lemon honey for my sore throat until on the last day it disappears unlike the young Israeli girl’s pink laptop in a pink cover found by the part time caretaker in the garden on a pink chair she left behind last night because it was too dark come again the guesthouse boys say to me as I pay them what a scene I think how cool as I begin to leave the village down the dung-clotted stone steps nodding to the smokers coming in.
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As life in Israel flourishes For Israelis, it's not so fine-- As many conditions deteriorate-- For the poor people of Palestine. Chances of a two-state solution Dwindle, which is not a good sign As settlement expansions increase, Affecting the people of Palestine. For Palestinians imprisoned in Gaza, The infrastructure is in a decline. Will Gaza be uninhabitable for The poor people of Palestine? Defining what is their land, Israeli Lawmakers draw a hard line: This land belongs to the Jews, they say, Forgetting the people of Palestine. Cuts in economic aid And hospital care will undermine The health and quality of life Of the poor people of Palestine? Will an Israeli apartheid regime Be the ultimate design, Or will there be hope for the poor Struggling people of Palestine? -by Bob B (10-22-18)
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Oct 22, 2018
Oct 22, 2018 at 11:05 AM UTC
But What About Poor Palestine?
I love that Jewish **** I know it’s better than whatever **** That you’ve been gettin’ It’s Israeli and it’s rarely being used ***** Just look at you ***** You spent an hour in the shower Feeling useless Until you had the realization That the water’s lubrication’s Even worse than when you use spit You know, I’m all about the Benjamins But I’m chilling on the Abrahams That’s a little too hasidic For a person who’s obsessively Collecting all the circumcised Erections in this city ‘Cause he’s orthodox, get it?
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Aug 3, 2023
Aug 3, 2023 at 7:21 AM UTC
I Love That Jewish ****
"The global bull market has continued its seemingly relentless advance, unchanged by geopolitical concerns…….." • The Israeli-Hamas conflict now blazing in Gaza, Palestine, two military forces locked in a deadly struggle to the end, killing and maiming thousands of ordinary citizens. • Malaysia Airlines flight 17 blasted out of a clear blue Ukraine sky by the Bus surface to air missile              unleashed by the Pro-Russian Separatists killing 298 unsuspecting, innocent, international travellers.              Culpability denied by all. • Anwar Al Awlaki, the American born Cleric, directing clandestine terror attacks and assassination by Al Qaeda beyond the Middle east into Asia and Europe. • Deposed President, Mohammed Morsi’s Muslim Brotherhood, responsible for terrorist activities including multiple car bombings throughout Egypt. • President Bashar Assad of the Alawite minority, an offshoot of Syria’s Shiite religion, waging religious genocide against his own nations people              and now in open conflict with the Muslim uprising Sunni forces of the new Isis Caliphate. • The beheadings, slaughter and terror unleashed by the Sunni, Isis Caliphate uprising rampaging through Iraq. • Russia’s sudden invasion and forceful annexation of the Crimea. • Russia’s brutal pressure on the sovereignty of the Ukraine through its clandestine weaponry supply and sponsorship of the Pro-Russian Separatist Forces occupying the nations East. The Middle East is now…an Apocalypse. This epoch of cruel waste Where man kills man For God and gold, For power’s lust. Where the Sword of Calamity Wields destruction and death On those who can least afford it By they who should never impose it. **In the face of all this …..an unbelievable prioritization with this headline quote from today’s NZ Herald…. “There are financial risks to be endlessly jumping at shadows…to overreact to market noise!"** UNBELIEVABLE!!!! M. Auckland, NEW ZEALAND 31 July 2014
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Jul 30, 2014
Jul 30, 2014 at 4:59 PM UTC
Perspectives of Priority
"The global bull market has continued its seemingly relentless advance, unchanged by geopolitical concerns…….." • The Israeli-Hamas conflict now blazing in Gaza, Palestine, two military forces locked in a deadly struggle to the end, killing and maiming thousands of ordinary citizens. • Malaysia Airlines flight 17 blasted out of a clear blue Ukraine sky by the Bus surface to air missile              unleashed by the Pro-Russian Separatists killing 298 unsuspecting, innocent, international travellers.              Culpability denied by all. • Anwar Al Awlaki, the American born Cleric, directing clandestine terror attacks and assassination by Al Qaeda beyond the Middle east into Asia and Europe. • Deposed President, Mohammed Morsi’s Muslim Brotherhood, responsible for terrorist activities including multiple car bombings throughout Egypt. • President Bashar Assad of the Alawite minority, an offshoot of Syria’s Shiite religion, waging religious genocide against his own nations people              and now in open conflict with the Muslim uprising Sunni forces of the new Isis Caliphate. • The beheadings, slaughter and terror unleashed by the Sunni, Isis Caliphate uprising rampaging through Iraq. • Russia’s sudden invasion and forceful annexation of the Crimea. • Russia’s brutal pressure on the sovereignty of the Ukraine through its clandestine weaponry supply and sponsorship of the Pro-Russian Separatist Forces occupying the nations East. The Middle East is now…an Apocalypse. This epoch of cruel waste Where man kills man For God and gold, For power’s lust. Where the Sword of Calamity Wields destruction and death On those who can least afford it By they who should never impose it. **In the face of all this …..an unbelievable prioritization with this headline quote from today’s NZ Herald…. “There are financial risks to be endlessly jumping at shadows…to overreact to market noise!"** UNBELIEVABLE!!!! M. Auckland, NEW ZEALAND 31 July 2014
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Travel he must And travel he will But never without the public expectation That he was there to **** He took to the sky With his dulled chocolate skin Ah, the perfect scapegoat The man in the turban Typical and expected, There is a bomb on this flight. But not so expected, yet so typical, The man who placed it here is white With guilt and regret, He watches the passengers go up in flames Though he is glad that his country will be given a different person to blame *A terrorist When will they leave us alone?* I'm just curious Does anyone even remember what country we've been told they're from? That brown man did not bomb that plane He did not come here with intentions to destroy He is not the monster you are, and on this man your corruption is displayed. Age twenty, to be exact. He was only just a ******* boy. And you killed him, along with 149 others. You then proceeded to tell more than 315 million people that it was a suicide bomb, a terrorist attack, all credits given to the Israeli. Ha. If you wanted to talk about a terrorist, you should've written an autobiography. Nationalism Nationalism Nationalism It is a nail that has been so drilled into your very being, it has ripped through the other side. You are a robot, a political Frankenstein. None of these parts are yours, each brain cell has been donated by a false newscast or presidential speech. "A foreign terrorist" - wait. Perhaps the "foreign" isn't needed. Every mere speck of dust from the Eastern part of the world is considered a terrorist. In fact, is anywhere even really part of the world if it is not in America? Anyway, "A terrorist has bombed our plane," they tell you. Racial slurs are heard in every living room, coffee shop, and office. Thank you for giving us another reason to hate any country besides our own. Thank you for killing their families, and letting his family grieve not only for his death but also for the fact that the world hates the man he was not, for a lifestyle he did not live. Do you love our country now?
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Jul 12, 2014
Jul 12, 2014 at 2:08 AM UTC
Brown
Travel he must And travel he will But never without the public expectation That he was there to **** He took to the sky With his dulled chocolate skin Ah, the perfect scapegoat The man in the turban Typical and expected, There is a bomb on this flight. But not so expected, yet so typical, The man who placed it here is white With guilt and regret, He watches the passengers go up in flames Though he is glad that his country will be given a different person to blame *A terrorist When will they leave us alone?* I'm just curious Does anyone even remember what country we've been told they're from? That brown man did not bomb that plane He did not come here with intentions to destroy He is not the monster you are, and on this man your corruption is displayed. Age twenty, to be exact. He was only just a ******* boy. And you killed him, along with 149 others. You then proceeded to tell more than 315 million people that it was a suicide bomb, a terrorist attack, all credits given to the Israeli. Ha. If you wanted to talk about a terrorist, you should've written an autobiography. Nationalism Nationalism Nationalism It is a nail that has been so drilled into your very being, it has ripped through the other side. You are a robot, a political Frankenstein. None of these parts are yours, each brain cell has been donated by a false newscast or presidential speech. "A foreign terrorist" - wait. Perhaps the "foreign" isn't needed. Every mere speck of dust from the Eastern part of the world is considered a terrorist. In fact, is anywhere even really part of the world if it is not in America? Anyway, "A terrorist has bombed our plane," they tell you. Racial slurs are heard in every living room, coffee shop, and office. Thank you for giving us another reason to hate any country besides our own. Thank you for killing their families, and letting his family grieve not only for his death but also for the fact that the world hates the man he was not, for a lifestyle he did not live. Do you love our country now?
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This is not a poem, a poet wrote some white lies about Israel and I want to share the truth that we’re not told by our media’s. Remember, we can disagree about things and still agree about a lot of other things. If you search, you can easily find this information. Most of it comes from Israel media. Israel already had over 10,000 Palestinian prisoners locked up long before the Oct 7 when the genocide begin. Men, women and children in their prisons with no path to freedom. Not to mention the open air prison that the Israeli’s kept the Palestine society trapped in for the past 50 years called Gaza. Committing human rights violation against the indigenous people of the land. The biggest percentage of all the people that were **** on Oct 7th, were killed by Israeli’s killing their own people because they were ordered to follow the Hannibal directive. I suppose you’ve never heard of that, no? Then your news source is limited. Last year in Israel, their high court decided that **** and torture in their prisons, being committed by the Israel army was no longer illegal. Most of their society did not want these prison guards to get in trouble for torturing and ****** the Palestinian prisoners. All those things you claim some unnamed source told you, have already been debunk by many credible sources. Hamas did not do it, Israel rapes, cheats, lies and kills indiscriminately. They own our leaders using AIPAC lobbist who have Trump by the *** (They own Epstein’s library) AIPAC is the reason you believe lies. They own media and congress. Their propaganda rules the networks. And just in the last two years, Israel has started war with Iran, Lebanon and Syria. And of course their genocide happening now to the people of Palestine. I don’t understand how anybody support them. But I’m not a superstitiously impaired Zionist either.
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Jun 27, 2025
Jun 27, 2025 at 12:29 PM UTC
The Ugly Truth
This is not a poem, a poet wrote some white lies about Israel and I want to share the truth that we’re not told by our media’s. Remember, we can disagree about things and still agree about a lot of other things. If you search, you can easily find this information. Most of it comes from Israel media. Israel already had over 10,000 Palestinian prisoners locked up long before the Oct 7 when the genocide begin. Men, women and children in their prisons with no path to freedom. Not to mention the open air prison that the Israeli’s kept the Palestine society trapped in for the past 50 years called Gaza. Committing human rights violation against the indigenous people of the land. The biggest percentage of all the people that were **** on Oct 7th, were killed by Israeli’s killing their own people because they were ordered to follow the Hannibal directive. I suppose you’ve never heard of that, no? Then your news source is limited. Last year in Israel, their high court decided that **** and torture in their prisons, being committed by the Israel army was no longer illegal. Most of their society did not want these prison guards to get in trouble for torturing and ****** the Palestinian prisoners. All those things you claim some unnamed source told you, have already been debunk by many credible sources. Hamas did not do it, Israel rapes, cheats, lies and kills indiscriminately. They own our leaders using AIPAC lobbist who have Trump by the *** (They own Epstein’s library) AIPAC is the reason you believe lies. They own media and congress. Their propaganda rules the networks. And just in the last two years, Israel has started war with Iran, Lebanon and Syria. And of course their genocide happening now to the people of Palestine. I don’t understand how anybody support them. But I’m not a superstitiously impaired Zionist either.
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"Thank you for saying Happy Birthday to Shimone" my mother said and I kind of said oh, no problem and we went on from there to argue since that is what we do and she will never know who I am and I assume she meant Happy Birthday on Facebook because I certainly don't keep track of her friend's birthdays, especially not her friends who live in Haifa and remind me of my X Upset, I ran off to the pool, hoping for endorphins after some laps  I rested at one end and realized in a kind of slow, creeping way, kind of like fog rolling in over the cliffs at Muir beach, Not menacing, even beautiful, but a little cold, that I never wrote anything to Shimone, not even on Facebook No, I've been too self absorbed to write to my parents Israeli friends who used to have me and my X over for Shabbat meals where I used to insist on walking up the stairs since the elevator was small and hot and scared me but he always wanted to ride in it and one day we went over there was a sign on the apartments next door that a woman had died in a terrorist attack the other day-- When a suicide bomber, afraid of the security guards at the nearby mall, ran into an Arab restaurant conveniently located at a gas station where all the best restaurants are, and blew himself and everyone inside up CNN international came for a day to report and then left the next like a rude house guest who comes for your best food and then dissapears, never to be heard from again With my X, my mother always got cards she loved because he knew just how to pick them and he'd send them without even telling me sometimes faking my signature or I just had to sign and he'd do the rest, in between crank calls to them at all hours, taking advantage of the time zone.  At once tormenting and caring for them as he did for me And now is he a ghost in my account?   A ghost, a fog, a memory, something ephemeral, not real
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May 26, 2013
May 26, 2013 at 12:58 AM UTC
Happy Birthday in Absentia
"Thank you for saying Happy Birthday to Shimone" my mother said and I kind of said oh, no problem and we went on from there to argue since that is what we do and she will never know who I am and I assume she meant Happy Birthday on Facebook because I certainly don't keep track of her friend's birthdays, especially not her friends who live in Haifa and remind me of my X Upset, I ran off to the pool, hoping for endorphins after some laps  I rested at one end and realized in a kind of slow, creeping way, kind of like fog rolling in over the cliffs at Muir beach, Not menacing, even beautiful, but a little cold, that I never wrote anything to Shimone, not even on Facebook No, I've been too self absorbed to write to my parents Israeli friends who used to have me and my X over for Shabbat meals where I used to insist on walking up the stairs since the elevator was small and hot and scared me but he always wanted to ride in it and one day we went over there was a sign on the apartments next door that a woman had died in a terrorist attack the other day-- When a suicide bomber, afraid of the security guards at the nearby mall, ran into an Arab restaurant conveniently located at a gas station where all the best restaurants are, and blew himself and everyone inside up CNN international came for a day to report and then left the next like a rude house guest who comes for your best food and then dissapears, never to be heard from again With my X, my mother always got cards she loved because he knew just how to pick them and he'd send them without even telling me sometimes faking my signature or I just had to sign and he'd do the rest, in between crank calls to them at all hours, taking advantage of the time zone.  At once tormenting and caring for them as he did for me And now is he a ghost in my account?   A ghost, a fog, a memory, something ephemeral, not real
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I hope you know, I cherish our fond memories together, preserving them in my heart. All that I shared with you about my childhood dreams, my first love, The songs I serenaded you with melodies celebrating nature, Our endless nights together admiring the stars dancing around the full moon! I remember how tall you stood. You were so strong, Like Lebanon’s mountains, amidst our land’s ancient ruins. Facing the Israeli occupation, you stood with so much pride. I remember how we rejoiced with family and neighbors during the sweet liberation! My Dad planted you with his hands, he nurtured you with his love and sweat. He was so strong and now times have changed him: He’s grown older, thinner, more fragile, his speech is slurred. The eyes that once held thousands of untold stories are now dim! You are part of God’s oath, Noah’s mission with the Ark. You are a sacred plant, a symbol of love, life, peace, friendship, And generations of culture passed down. Your roots run so deep in my Dad’s heart and mind. I implore you old friend, lighten up my Dad’s golden age with your kind heart, Lend him support in taking more steps towards life, Keep his spirit alive so he can continue singing the song of a new life, and Give him the strength to swing on the porch, to admire you again for each new day and pristine sunrise. Hussein Dekmak
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Jul 10, 2019
Jul 10, 2019 at 6:07 AM UTC
To My Dad’s Olive Tree:
As I sit alone I see Slaughter after slaughter Innocent children dying For greed greed o my heart Is saddened by greed and Deaths deaths the smell of dead Body's building up around me I cannot take it no more We are alone we are alone We or dying one by one Evil has taken over I sit Alone alone I am I'm saddened By life a dream of a bright future And no tomorrow never comes O why why why am I alone My heartache had dying I'm dying my future never To be seen I'm alone the tears Running down my face O why o why I'm crying Over over over again A life time of war and No dream of a better future My days alone of hurt Pain sorrow nobody Cares about me nobody Comes to help me For others life is a perfect Dream smiling laughing loving Each other's hearts but Please I'm dying I'm crying And don't come for me I'm worth nothing in life While your children are Worth more than me I'm only a little Palestinian Boy waiting to die From Israeli soldiers Nobody will ever come for me I'll just wait to die.
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Nov 1, 2016
Nov 1, 2016 at 11:05 AM UTC
Palestinian Boy
Call me Scherezade, ******* Don’t give a **** about riches I have wealth in my soul And I love humanity as a whole And I have millions in support; I don’t need paper per se, And If I have a little extra I will give it away, To feed the hungry, Love peace and solidarity I will give it to others To feed my sisters and brothers You want to say some **** Get with it, ***** Because the issue is a great one Threatening all of our nations You can say I’m naive But in my mind I believe I have a dream for peace But I’m not a piece of *** And if you show disrespect I’ll kick your ************* *** Haters. All day it’s what they do Sorry you’re bored have no friends boo But I’ll stand up to you And so will my friends You wanna say some **** We’ll shut you down in the end I have my crew, Know what to do I have a movement in Beirut I am a Middle Eastern princess Leading the Israeli resistance Radical as can be Americans for peace Americans for love and solidarity I want smoke with my homies, **** with my bromies, Help the suffering others My sisters and brothers You want say some **** I’m a princess ***** And I’m smart as **** With eloquent wit And for you man-children who hate on feminism Are some ignorant ****** So I dismiss that **** I have a degree and I’m working for me You can call me a ***** you can’t call me a ***** Of the D’s I want, I only want three, My doctorate, my boyfriends **** And destruction of the patriarchy.. aye Say all the **** you want Because you stupid *** ******* have nothing but taunts I won’t hate you I won’t tell you to **** off and die Because we’re all part of this earth And we are fighting to survive… Know me ***** You think that I won’t? I have goodness in my heart and I share with those who don’t I’m a princess, ***** maybe young and naïve You ****** watch I call the shots One day I’ll be the queen of peace
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Sep 5, 2014
Sep 5, 2014 at 7:10 AM UTC
Slam for Peace--1001 Nights
Call me Scherezade, ******* Don’t give a **** about riches I have wealth in my soul And I love humanity as a whole And I have millions in support; I don’t need paper per se, And If I have a little extra I will give it away, To feed the hungry, Love peace and solidarity I will give it to others To feed my sisters and brothers You want to say some **** Get with it, ***** Because the issue is a great one Threatening all of our nations You can say I’m naive But in my mind I believe I have a dream for peace But I’m not a piece of *** And if you show disrespect I’ll kick your ************* *** Haters. All day it’s what they do Sorry you’re bored have no friends boo But I’ll stand up to you And so will my friends You wanna say some **** We’ll shut you down in the end I have my crew, Know what to do I have a movement in Beirut I am a Middle Eastern princess Leading the Israeli resistance Radical as can be Americans for peace Americans for love and solidarity I want smoke with my homies, **** with my bromies, Help the suffering others My sisters and brothers You want say some **** I’m a princess ***** And I’m smart as **** With eloquent wit And for you man-children who hate on feminism Are some ignorant ****** So I dismiss that **** I have a degree and I’m working for me You can call me a ***** you can’t call me a ***** Of the D’s I want, I only want three, My doctorate, my boyfriends **** And destruction of the patriarchy.. aye Say all the **** you want Because you stupid *** ******* have nothing but taunts I won’t hate you I won’t tell you to **** off and die Because we’re all part of this earth And we are fighting to survive… Know me ***** You think that I won’t? I have goodness in my heart and I share with those who don’t I’m a princess, ***** maybe young and naïve You ****** watch I call the shots One day I’ll be the queen of peace
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Sitting on the bus my Israeli Paul Revere seminary nightmare steps on armed in pantyhose, eyes stretched wide by a thick black headband Dense Brooklyn accent, perfect Hebrew. Laughing on the phone, she tells the details of the most recent terrorist attack, a family of five murdered in their home, a baby stabbed in its cradle She said she’s just come from the memorial in Jerusalem, where hundreds of Israelis stood in the streets sobbing and screaming for vengeance A sea of black hats, writhing and angry She said they showed everyone pictures of the bodies, so they would know the horror of what happened And as she sat there smiling, broadcasting the news like a recount of a primetime television episode, I sat on the verge of tears and watched the rest of the bus sit stony-faced, distracted and desensitized. We drive through a market place. An old woman gets on clutching a challah swaddled in plastic, sleeping salty. (The bus is full off babies, but none of them are crying.) Meanwhile, in Gaza the murders had another crowd of people filling the streets, dancing.
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Jun 12, 2011
Jun 12, 2011 at 6:57 AM UTC
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We brought a warm, vegetarian dinner to the homeless in a Christian shelter The steaming pans burned my thighs for the duration of the ride Our host was a self-described anarchist, married with four children and a dozen guests He had participated in hundreds of protests; countless arrests Travelled all over the globe to the site of genocide and hate Saved lives one at a time, noble and tragic work His first mission was in his early twenties, to the Gaza Strip alone The night he arrived he slept in a friendly home Woke to gunfire, screaming bullets and children, and mechanical roar Get down! Said the Palestinians, closing the windows and doors If you look outside They Will Shoot You Israeli helicopters scanned the streets and mowed down pedestrians Dropping massive glass beads Marbles, they called them These spheres would shatter and leave sharp edges for scared feet Once impaled there was no running, blood trailed and so no hiding Tear gas canisters cleared the capable, my host watched one enter a house Inside children cried and begged for safety from war and smoke A doctor huddled with my host heard and acted on a hero’s impulse Leapt from his roof to that of the yelling young Dove in through a window and snatched all three, along with the stinging source The elder two were scared but saved, handed to the Palestinians The baby with them had suffocated Too late The doctor gave my host the canister, still warm You brought this here, he said And he was right Made In The USA He brought the story back, called every major newspaper No interest in anything he had to say This stuff happens every day they told him, boring Last week twelve Palestinians were killed by a bulldozer Now there’s front page material Something More Unusual
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Apr 11, 2011
Apr 11, 2011 at 1:06 PM UTC
92. Marbles 4/11/11
We brought a warm, vegetarian dinner to the homeless in a Christian shelter The steaming pans burned my thighs for the duration of the ride Our host was a self-described anarchist, married with four children and a dozen guests He had participated in hundreds of protests; countless arrests Travelled all over the globe to the site of genocide and hate Saved lives one at a time, noble and tragic work His first mission was in his early twenties, to the Gaza Strip alone The night he arrived he slept in a friendly home Woke to gunfire, screaming bullets and children, and mechanical roar Get down! Said the Palestinians, closing the windows and doors If you look outside They Will Shoot You Israeli helicopters scanned the streets and mowed down pedestrians Dropping massive glass beads Marbles, they called them These spheres would shatter and leave sharp edges for scared feet Once impaled there was no running, blood trailed and so no hiding Tear gas canisters cleared the capable, my host watched one enter a house Inside children cried and begged for safety from war and smoke A doctor huddled with my host heard and acted on a hero’s impulse Leapt from his roof to that of the yelling young Dove in through a window and snatched all three, along with the stinging source The elder two were scared but saved, handed to the Palestinians The baby with them had suffocated Too late The doctor gave my host the canister, still warm You brought this here, he said And he was right Made In The USA He brought the story back, called every major newspaper No interest in anything he had to say This stuff happens every day they told him, boring Last week twelve Palestinians were killed by a bulldozer Now there’s front page material Something More Unusual
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O Palestine My Palestine, Open your eyes You need to reply all in the language of bullets In a voice full of hatred I saw Israeli bombardment overnight. Burning human civilization all around The curse of our souls is upon those who are engrossed in destruction. Those who take away our abode. O Holy Mosque Al-Aqsa, You are the essence of our existence I swear by my Lord that I will never allow this holy place of yours to be defiled. Where is my brother Arab non-Arab Qatar Kuwait and the King of Saudi Arabia Who are holding the flag of Islam? Who are contained an ancient heritage. O brother Are you engaged in oiling their palms ? Now we want unity. And there is no alternative to unity. I hate all airstrikes Bullets are falling from unseen dark O Palestine My Palestine, When will you sleep unduly? We are waiting for the good day.
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May 16, 2021
May 16, 2021 at 3:32 AM UTC
O Palestine My Palestine,
in my sleep, in the wee of yester-night The dreams and visions came to me, From the gods of my land, all the gods, gods in command of prophecy and vision, All came to me in a spiritual swarm They then addressed in dint and power of heaven, The chief god talked to me, by addressing my name, In fact my native name, that listen you Opicho son of Simbuku, Son of Khayongo, son of kimalen the son of kimudwa; behold America is falling into smithereens, It will fall and become insignificant like a tomb, God has refused its evil civilization and filthy, For it is openly perpetrating perverted sexuality, Among divine creation; the humanity, It wants man to marry man and a woman to marry a woman, It has shamelessly funded gayism, lesbianism and homosexuality, It has boldly gone against the law of God, Its civilization impeaches the family institution, For man marrying a man gives no children, And a woman marrying a woman gives no children, This is absolute anti Godliness, and anti-human, It has replicated ***** and Gomorrah of the old days, That heavily burned with the evil flame in their flesh, Due to this perverted ****** civilization It will become a dead salty stone like Lot’s wife, For God is going to give strength to the Islamic state, God will also empower China and Russia, God will empower Germany and India, He is going to remove poverty from Africa, And make Anglo-American power irrelevant Britain is receding back to insignificance Scottish feelings for separation will come back, In full stamped it will come along with Ireland To render filthy Britain powerless over mankind, The time has come for the world to  be multi-polar, In culture, politics and faith; divine diversity, No single human power will reign the world, The catholic power is also gone, never to come This paves way for the supreme deity to come And reign peacefully over mankind on the earth, Without **** and terror like that one of Gaza Committed by Anglo-American faked horn of Israeli.
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Sep 22, 2014
Sep 22, 2014 at 7:10 AM UTC
BEHOLD THE FALL OF ANGLO-AMERICAN POWER!
in my sleep, in the wee of yester-night The dreams and visions came to me, From the gods of my land, all the gods, gods in command of prophecy and vision, All came to me in a spiritual swarm They then addressed in dint and power of heaven, The chief god talked to me, by addressing my name, In fact my native name, that listen you Opicho son of Simbuku, Son of Khayongo, son of kimalen the son of kimudwa; behold America is falling into smithereens, It will fall and become insignificant like a tomb, God has refused its evil civilization and filthy, For it is openly perpetrating perverted sexuality, Among divine creation; the humanity, It wants man to marry man and a woman to marry a woman, It has shamelessly funded gayism, lesbianism and homosexuality, It has boldly gone against the law of God, Its civilization impeaches the family institution, For man marrying a man gives no children, And a woman marrying a woman gives no children, This is absolute anti Godliness, and anti-human, It has replicated ***** and Gomorrah of the old days, That heavily burned with the evil flame in their flesh, Due to this perverted ****** civilization It will become a dead salty stone like Lot’s wife, For God is going to give strength to the Islamic state, God will also empower China and Russia, God will empower Germany and India, He is going to remove poverty from Africa, And make Anglo-American power irrelevant Britain is receding back to insignificance Scottish feelings for separation will come back, In full stamped it will come along with Ireland To render filthy Britain powerless over mankind, The time has come for the world to  be multi-polar, In culture, politics and faith; divine diversity, No single human power will reign the world, The catholic power is also gone, never to come This paves way for the supreme deity to come And reign peacefully over mankind on the earth, Without **** and terror like that one of Gaza Committed by Anglo-American faked horn of Israeli.
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Naked Politicians Once someone sent me a photo of a famous German politician The photo was from a nudist beach and natural she was a sixteen-year-old girl smiles shyly –with some reason- she never was a beauty but All sixteen years old are gorgeous For me, it made her more human and I have never seen the photo since Wouldn't be great if we saw all politicians in the **** say, Trump or India's Morsi. The Israeli prime minister would cast a rotund figure without his corset Erdogan and his wife holding hand only shielded by a newspaper he has banned, Putin naked in his swimming pool perhaps he has a small **** naked around a conference table somehow the impressive would became less so and more human to bow to a woman who has forest of a ****** or shake hand with a man with a dangling ***** my dear they would look so vulnerable that a war would be impossible and we would giggle and they would go home stat judo classes or take up jogging or spend time in the gym they would never have time for war.
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Nov 22, 2016
Nov 22, 2016 at 4:45 AM UTC
naked politicians
I spoke to a man today with kind eyes and contagious laughter his passport identified him as Israeli, mine american but for a moment, we were both just human He told me he was a combat medic for the IDF as we began our descent into a discussion of politics he spoke of giving medical care to victims of a suicide bombing, just weeks earlier Life is fragile in places like his hometown of Tel Aviv He showed me an app on his iPhone that notifies him of places that were just bombed or when to take shelter, in case of an incoming missile strike How people must savor life in war zones like his friends and family become temporary oases bringing happiness and fulfillment for a moment then gone the next For once there were no borders between us, or cultural divides, just two men discussing life, or something like it
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Jul 7, 2014
Jul 7, 2014 at 12:16 PM UTC
Life, or Something Like It
Ya Allah. Ya Allah. May you grant all the oppressed triumph. May you bestow upon them the strength to change the world Palestinian children are the bravest children the world has ever seen. Palestinian mothers are the strongest women to ever walk this earth. Palestinian fathers are the most hard working men to start on their hands and knees. 3 Israeli teens were murdered and it suddenly makes headline news. 16 Palestinians, ages 8-21 were murdered within 2 weeks and their names were never eulogized. When will Palestine be recognized as a ongoing genocide? And if a tree falls in the forest and no ones around to hear it does it make a sound? Yes. and a blind eye is turned. and earplugs are handed out on street corners. #LongLivePalestine -Z.H.
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Jul 3, 2014
Jul 3, 2014 at 2:11 AM UTC
4/365 #LongLivePalestine
Three kitties tabby and white, tri-color siblings from under a school portable and their adopted father, hunched backed, grey and white, bowl legged: circa 2000, the best from the Israeli streets groom each other one tongue on each sleek fur covered skin the rhythm of certain satisfaction rises and it is the vibration of love
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Nov 20, 2012
Nov 20, 2012 at 2:43 PM UTC
Purr Circle
A new search is ongoing, with Israeli chemists on a trek; they seek find the color of God, which was formerly called tekhelet. Is its significance a harbinger of future Messianic times? Can the rabbis or scientists decipher this dividing line? It’s an enigmatic shade of blue that represents God’s infinity caught between the color spectrum of visible light and invisibility. Some experts believe the source, (though the origin is unknown), may be the secretive creatures of antiquity called… the hillazon. Based on some vague descriptions, its body resembles the ocean; can Levitical trade secrets be exposed with the clarity of resolution? This divine azure is a key color, of the high priest’s holy vestments; for this serves as a reminder to keep and honor God’s law and commandments. Allow the penetrating light of God to serve as a transforming catalyst; though this mystery of life is unfinished, know that faith is not an accident. Open my eyes Lord, that I may see the royal blue of Your sea and observe Your sea of the sky, that depicts the colored backdrop of the holy throne belonging to Adonai. . . . Author Notes: Loosely based on: Num 15:38-39 and an episode of the Naked Archaeologist; as part of the dye making process, direct sunlight is required and serves as a catalyst to modify the color pigment at the atomic level. Learn more about me and my poetry at: http://www.squidoo.com/book-isbn-1419650513/ By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2013, All rights reserved.
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Dec 5, 2013
Dec 5, 2013 at 11:02 AM UTC
Poem: The Color of YHWH
A new search is ongoing, with Israeli chemists on a trek; they seek find the color of God, which was formerly called tekhelet. Is its significance a harbinger of future Messianic times? Can the rabbis or scientists decipher this dividing line? It’s an enigmatic shade of blue that represents God’s infinity caught between the color spectrum of visible light and invisibility. Some experts believe the source, (though the origin is unknown), may be the secretive creatures of antiquity called… the hillazon. Based on some vague descriptions, its body resembles the ocean; can Levitical trade secrets be exposed with the clarity of resolution? This divine azure is a key color, of the high priest’s holy vestments; for this serves as a reminder to keep and honor God’s law and commandments. Allow the penetrating light of God to serve as a transforming catalyst; though this mystery of life is unfinished, know that faith is not an accident. Open my eyes Lord, that I may see the royal blue of Your sea and observe Your sea of the sky, that depicts the colored backdrop of the holy throne belonging to Adonai. . . . Author Notes: Loosely based on: Num 15:38-39 and an episode of the Naked Archaeologist; as part of the dye making process, direct sunlight is required and serves as a catalyst to modify the color pigment at the atomic level. Learn more about me and my poetry at: http://www.squidoo.com/book-isbn-1419650513/ By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2013, All rights reserved.
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On on select part of an Israeli beach in Haifa Army kids, boys and girls Crowded in this one place Cordoned off by Kadeema Badmitton without the net or soft little bungy thing Two ping pong rackets and one hard ball back and forth Bat! Bat! Two boys, in lines up and down their beach, two rows deep at least near the water's edge for traction Walk through and a ball heads for your face but never hits they are that good and you feel silly for being scared until a racket whacks near your ear and your hair moves with a current of air Zillions of bat! Bats! They never think to stop for your benefit that is not in their culture as you are unscathed, only fearful A beach cluttered with boys and girls sit on old towels close together Ceaseless, lively chatter in the hot sun Displaying to each other as the sound of kadeema and the ocean waves slosh in and out Girls relaxed ******* start to peak out of their string bikinis As boys look on, move closer ever closer and the ******* feeling safe, expose themselves more to the Mediterranean sun
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Nov 11, 2012
Nov 11, 2012 at 5:55 PM UTC
Kadeema
To watch the brute force that takes the place of reason and communication Wars have titles, but they are the worst things on Earth How is it that violence comes to us over and over like an alcoholic, thinks, this one last drink then, I will never have another This will be the war to end all war some really thought it I have lived in the Holy Land I have felt the sun of history on my face The sands that so many have sought out have been in my path And with all that wisdom collected through the human ages--isn't it there in a place of such value? I remember, an Israeli soldier or two killed, bodies dragged around brutal ugly deaths celebrated by the mob and out of the sky came a power that destroyed the building where the murders took place And people celebrated, as if this would end the bloodshed This power, this explosion would bring peace Thousands of bombs later, gallons of blood spilled even some I saw with my own eyes body meat on the street and we still don't know that the most powerful force we have is our brains and the ability to communicate and come to the table to talk and fight the battle as a debate and search for answers in our voices and why do we give up this power over and over and return to brutality that is just a mobius strip to more? If we are really so brave, why can't we come to the table two opposing forces, and wage a battle of words to work these things out Why is this never the priority?
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Nov 18, 2012
Nov 18, 2012 at 9:29 PM UTC
Gaza, I am Sad