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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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A man must be knowledgeable, says God For him to come in the presence of God, He who has his male members dismembered Or his testicles crushed whatsoever, He shall not be permitted to enter in to the synagogue, To worship Jehovah God of Israel, says the deutronomical god of Jews And today I am ill fated, my testicles are crushed, By the grenade thrown by a terrorist, Here in Nairobi, an Islamic terrorist Has crushed my testicles, in his guest For the land of Palestine usurped by Israelis, How do I worship you God of Israel?
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May 12, 2014
May 12, 2014 at 6:48 AM UTC
MY TESTICLES ARE CRUSHED
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?
On the African savannah, The mission brief had been simple. Go in and find a Warthog. The Americans had gone in and nuked the place, Then claimed there had been none to begin with. The Israelis against strong, Local advice, Had sent in Mossad, Undercover. -why go in, looking like food, the lions had a field day- The Africans, however, Had not reported by nightfall, So at daybreak a search party was launched. They found three Kenyans surrounding a giraffe, Spread-eagled securely to an Acacia tree. The Sergeant-at-arms was taking notes, Whilst his Officers flogged, The poor thing screaming, “Confess you’re a Warthog, confess!”
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Jul 24, 2012
Jul 24, 2012 at 2:42 AM UTC
The thing with torture
*** for tat only means that another generation seeks vengeance and war Evening the score only means yet another must even the score Just ask the palestinians and the israelis, just ask the tutsis and the hutus Ask the protestants and the catholics, and the crips and the bloods The hatfields and mccoys, too, were all about grudge And what has it gotten us, where does it end? Who is the enemy and who the friend? I ask this because it seems clear to me “Either you’re with us or against us” denies diversity One man’s terrorist is another man’s hero But you **** mine, I **** yours leaves a net gain of zero And what about the children in whose faces war is fought? What parentless future — or present — have they got? And who stands to gain from perpetuating violence? Who profits from the pain ... ... and the deafening silence? Typically a handful of white men do, that’s who It’s that top one percent, not you A few families control the likes of halliburton, bechtel and g.e. It’s their balance sheets that gain from the misery we see Divide and conquer is their modus operandi, their mode of operation today, Keep us fighting amongst ourselves and all blame ... is diverted away.
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May 26, 2010
May 26, 2010 at 9:22 AM UTC
*** for Tat
In 1972, Nixon shook hands with Mao and the world turned its back on Taiwan. In 1972, Ceylon changed its name to Sri Lanka, Okinawa returned to Japan, and Jane Fonda became Hanoi Jane. In 1972, twin Olympics were held, hungry tigers on wooden skis dashing down the white slopes of Sapporo, while the streets of Munich ran red with the blood of slain Israelis. In 1972, Elvis was still the king, Elton wasn’t quite the queen and Prince was still a quiet teen. On September 21, 1972, Philippine president Ferdinand Marcos placed my grandmother’s homeland under martial law. I was born that day while my grandmother wept.
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Jan 5, 2021
Jan 5, 2021 at 9:17 PM UTC
1972
The Israelis taught me and they taught me well How to **** you and I to hell Endless days spent waiting in fear Until I felt no more First defence, well that was me Waiting for the bomber "STOP or I'll say stop again" To die would be my "honour" I couldn't let them take the Jews It happened once before So I hunted and I waited To settle that old score And still I hunt and still I wait For those condemned to hell Defending not just Israel All innocents as well So if you've hurt the meek and mild Or raised your hand to a tiny child Your time is up, the sand's all run Finish yourself or face the gun
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Jul 20, 2015
Jul 20, 2015 at 1:00 PM UTC
Tradecraft
Surfs Up In distant lands From Kuwait Bay To Afghanistan Arabia To Pakistan We all high five As we hang ten The ladies there With burkas on Will grab their boards And surf along The Taliban With weapons raised Are now into The surfing craze The Saudi king Is wondering With his wives What they're missing So he goes and buys Daytona Beach And has it shipped To the Middle East Where there is no more Need to fight As they sing Beach Boy tunes By beach fire light They're all hanging loose In the Middle East Even the Palestinians And the Israelis Who knew surfing would Bring so much peace To the troubled times In the Middle East
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May 29, 2014
May 29, 2014 at 12:22 PM UTC
Surfs Up!
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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Thousands of years ago, The loving god did decree A vengeful statement that Still affects you and me. He told the loyal Israelis In the Israel at that time To go to their neighbors And commit a huge crime. It was couched in words Of an eye for an eye And lives in infamy As the millennia go by. This beloved god by decree Ordered a massive genocide Without a future thought or Concern for those who died. **** all of them, even infants!” That’s what they say he said And even up until today There are mounting dead. A peek back at history We watch the bodies burn And know for certain They have never learned. The scariest part of all is That these were all denizens Of a timeless middle-eastern war Now a cause by US citizens. They have fought and murdered For thousands of years on end. So, why do we join in and fight And send our beloved children? Can’t we just agree on a course To wash our nation’s hands of it And recognize this madness As a political bottomless pit? It has never been righteous Or easy to understand How this war goes on over This one small patch of land, Fueled by religious hypocrisy Written in a year that is labeled BCE?
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Dec 2, 2015
Dec 2, 2015 at 5:54 PM UTC
WRATH OF GOD
What can be said about the most disastrous day in the life of every American. The day, we as proud American Citizens, woke up to the realization that the love that Radical Islamists have for us is no less than for the Israelis. The problem is no longer in the Middle East. Unfortunately, it was never ONLY in the Middle East. Evil exists in this world. Sometimes it hides behind a scarf. Sometimes it hides behind a religion. Sometimes it hides in the guise of friendship. Whatever and wherever it takes its form, it still has one purpose in mind, our subjugation, our submission, or necessarily (if need be) our annihilation--at their hands! Trying to capture the moment of this most historical and tragic of days was no easy task. Focusing on the three actors/victims of this most heinous of crimes, while still keeping within the limitation of a Haiku's 5-7-5 format, required boiling down the truth of what happened on this day into its minutest of elements. What I came up with was the following Haiku which I feel does justice to the realities which now exist in the world, post 9/11. May All the Victims, NO Heroes of the day, which include all those that lost their life and/or limbs, be forever engraved on the heart's of their brothers. May G-d Continue to protect and assist us in our (mankind's) continued battle of "Good" (the Good) versus (those Evil) "Evil". One day, very soon, they will all be unmasked and vanquished! **four birds fly the sky men so trained to **** and die world reborn to mourn**
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Jul 30, 2015
Jul 30, 2015 at 5:06 PM UTC
9/11 Before And After - Haiku Poetry
What can be said about the most disastrous day in the life of every American. The day, we as proud American Citizens, woke up to the realization that the love that Radical Islamists have for us is no less than for the Israelis. The problem is no longer in the Middle East. Unfortunately, it was never ONLY in the Middle East. Evil exists in this world. Sometimes it hides behind a scarf. Sometimes it hides behind a religion. Sometimes it hides in the guise of friendship. Whatever and wherever it takes its form, it still has one purpose in mind, our subjugation, our submission, or necessarily (if need be) our annihilation--at their hands! Trying to capture the moment of this most historical and tragic of days was no easy task. Focusing on the three actors/victims of this most heinous of crimes, while still keeping within the limitation of a Haiku's 5-7-5 format, required boiling down the truth of what happened on this day into its minutest of elements. What I came up with was the following Haiku which I feel does justice to the realities which now exist in the world, post 9/11. May All the Victims, NO Heroes of the day, which include all those that lost their life and/or limbs, be forever engraved on the heart's of their brothers. May G-d Continue to protect and assist us in our (mankind's) continued battle of "Good" (the Good) versus (those Evil) "Evil". One day, very soon, they will all be unmasked and vanquished! **four birds fly the sky men so trained to **** and die world reborn to mourn**
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On some verdant green hill far away in cute little Palestine of old Before the Israelis marched in and bunged out the owners Jesus was hanging about on the cross not feeling too happy I suppose he was dying for you and me because his Dad was asleep And he doesn't care if you are a ****** or a giant or a fatty or a fairy! Yessir! He loves everyone unequivocally provided they praise him endlessly And receive him in their souls and sing him a load of ****** hymns! But if you don't receive the LORD and reject the words of the EVIL ONE He (God) will crush you totally and utterly like a blue-tailed fly Squatting on a well-used and ill-cleaned second-hand lavatory brush Without any exception whatsoever even if you are an ugly fat dwarf As He don't hold with no discrimination nor positive action no way! So get down on your knees (a shorter journey for amputees with stumps) And get praying to THE LORD without blinking twice. Yeeha! Amen!
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Dec 8, 2014
Dec 8, 2014 at 1:37 PM UTC
A Retard's Prayer
They removed the thermostats, And made us pay for every cup of water we used, I was standing in the rain, With a white friend and a Servant. We marveled at the homemade architecture, Hopped the rivulets of grime, And heaved big sighs. I asked him why there were, Water tanks with signs that read, Twenty shillings a litre. He said, They sell water here too. Scottish men protect, Single malt whiskey, Welsh women, The language they speak, My Palestinian friend once told me, Water, Israelis keep.
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Nov 4, 2012
Nov 4, 2012 at 1:37 PM UTC
When water tasted as good as my Palestinian friend said it would
Live blog: Romney and Stanton vie for Iowa win. Dead heat in the dead of winter What do the Iowa results really mean? That Romney's less of a robot than he seems? Oh, by the way: replacing a bulb, can save you 50 dollars or more! But it'll cost you ten times as much, at your hardware store. Starbuck's hikes prices despite the lull, People stupidly betting on Powerball, Selma Hayek's trending, y'all! (We don't know why). But what's all that compared to shootings? Soldiers flying and not being sniffed, Suspects nabbed in Utah killings, And GOP runners had another tiff. Personally, I'm more fascinated, In the Aussie hybrid sharks! This might mean global warming's overrated, Or that animals are way smart. Mideast peace-talks stalled, I read. Have I not read this before? Oh, yeah, back in 1972. When psychos killed athletic Jews, Who might win And Olympic village was off view, While the Israelis dragged people in. That year, Nixon was re-elected And we thought we'd never see worse, Yet now the nation is infected With a yellow-haired, inhuman curse. Blog goes to sleep... Begun long ago and finished in 2018
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Dec 25, 2018
Dec 25, 2018 at 11:30 PM UTC
By the way...
Drones strike down on innocent Arabs Capitalist exploiters enslave poor Asians Never before has there been so much international unity Against a common enemy: Justice. Humanity desperate and starved Rights and legalities ignored by power-hungry Israelis funded by Americans who know not of what is really happening. Trillions in circulation, a global economy Rich getting unbelievably richer, without a doubt but the poor stay poor and in their misery they dare to demand more Politicians. Global warming, eminent catastrophe Foundation of capitalism cracking and crumbling Where, now, will humanity turn? Towards the new, and away from the old.
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Feb 10, 2013
Feb 10, 2013 at 2:08 PM UTC
The Present
You left all those hairs everywhere  From that manly chest  My grizzly test  I sleep well next to you  Falling asleep with nothing to lose  With you by my side I feel alive  With you gone,  It's something we shouldn't discuss on  For I have learned more than to be calm  To cherish the moments we spend  Because you may never be back again  God please bless my soul with the vitamins so I can see  It's black around  Hard for me to smile or make a sound  I want the one who doesn't want me  It's how it goes  My relationships dwelling on hoes Men who sleep and hold a woman's heart  And takes it with her from the start  Your Israeli but not a gypsy  Please come back and give me what you felt like  Love Serenity  Calm love  Real easy love  My oppression of what I gave to you  My heart pieces of my soul  From poetry I read while you held my *******  From talks of a man who made me who does not exist anymore  I felt something more With you  I cried over you  I don't do that  I wanted you  I still want you  But if you come back, you'll do this again  Never communicate like a solid man  Like my wonderful dream husband I thought you might be
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May 18, 2014
May 18, 2014 at 10:48 AM UTC
Israelis aren't gypsys
You **** me I **** you muslims I see killed by jews no one is clean muslims **** too when will we be free from this dogmatic glue asking us to pick and choose who we should kick and bruise until we're sick and lose. Neither side is too witty doing the war machine's bidding fighting over a magic city for their brand of madness to be winning the wheels of capitalism spinning which has arms dealers grinning due to population slimming. I sit on the sidelines wishing I could buy time to write the right line serving as a lifeline to end the Palestinian oppression and both of their aggressions but I get the impression there's no single lesson that will cause deflection. I honestly don't know why people feel the need to pick sides right wingers **** ride everything the Israelis try while some on the left decide the Palestinians are great guys I'm just tired of the blatant lies based on each given state's size the way both those snakes slide to sympathy saying their victimized. Neither side is a gracious host both sides create hateful ghosts for control of the coast for control of the most for control of the boast of which religion has dominance and which one is toast not receiving the world prominence of United Nations votes so they build their moats and block the other's boats fighting over a hill like goats people ask me which side I dote and I just say **** them both.
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May 31, 2021
May 31, 2021 at 5:16 PM UTC
Palestine/Israel
While American and Israeli officials Clink their champagne glasses and schmooze At an embassy in Jerusalem, One thing is barely making the news: Over one hundred twelve° Palestinians Have been killed at the Gaza Strip Since March 30 by Israeli soldiers Demonstrating their marksmanship. Over 13,000° have been Injured, having wounds that consist Of large, gaping holes in the victims-- Bullet holes the size of a fist. The bullets shot from high-velocity Weapons on hitting their target explode Expanding and mushrooming inside the body. Israeli cruelty à la mode? People from all walks of life gathered To demonstrate and express their frustration For living conditions in their Gaza prison-- An abominable situation. Conditions, in fact, are among The worst that the world has seen. May 14 was the bloodiest day Since the strife in twenty fourteen. Israelis call it "self-defense"; It's really shoot-to-injure or **** Are snipers keeping track of how many Palestinian coffins they'll fill? One uncle never imagined That he would need a body bag. He carried home his 8-month old niece Wrapped in a Palestinian flag. The people want a place that's home. But while negotiations stall-- And marginalized by circumstances-- They live inside or outside a wall. -by Bob B (5-19-18) °Based on a report by journalist Sharif Abdel Kouddous
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May 19, 2018
May 19, 2018 at 9:02 AM UTC
Bloodbath in Gaza
The difference between Judaism and Islam is that Israelis are septic and Palestinians are antiseptic.
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Oct 27, 2023
Oct 27, 2023 at 2:25 AM UTC
Comparisons
what will the old Israelis do when the descendants of the Palestinians hunt them down;   & charging them  w/ crimes against humanity,    demand they be jailed or put to death?
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Aug 21, 2018
Aug 21, 2018 at 4:07 PM UTC
the return of law
Selling books A friend of mine who used to be my editor, until I discovered she was bewildered by commas, has gone all mercantile, if you buy one of her sweetly decorated books with flowers, you also get a doll presumably made of plastic. The child had no memories yet, only that he loved his mother, father, grandfather and aunts. The Israelis will say he was paid by the “Hamas.” to go play in the sand. If you buy one of my small books at Kindles, I will send you a picture of a dead Palestinian child. Truth is a costly gift, but in general, a doll is more popular and cosy.
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Dec 8, 2018
Dec 8, 2018 at 3:54 AM UTC
selling books
No mercy between Us and the Israelis... We will stand like every minutes to defend Masjid Al- Aqsa and our territory, no matter how long you stayed firing our lives and bombing our Gaza... Said: An under 10 Aged girl...
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May 12, 2021
May 12, 2021 at 3:19 PM UTC
No mercy