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Michael R Burch Dec 2021
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 *****-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
Robert Ippaso Aug 2024
I am Indian by birthright,
Simply black when it feels right,
A gender champion through and through,
A Southern Belle from the Bayou.

I cover all the bases from Gay rights to MeToo,
Environmental warriors – I’ll always stand with you.
Black lives truly matter, the Homeless my pet task,
All you need is Me, you don’t even need to ask.

Show me any audience and I'll immediately relate,
Where's the very harm to myself Ingratiate;
They say my laughs a cackle, but that's blatantly untrue,
It's simply Inner-me, reaching out to Outer-you.

As to championing Hamas, that's nothing but a slur,
The fact my husband's Jewish should that thought conclusively deter,
Same deal with loving felons, what will they dream up next,
That I'm a prosecutor who's never read the text?

On drugs and immigration, they titled me the Tsar,
I never asked for that as our Border is too far,
I'd rather spend my days engaging our core base,
Cajoling them to spend for this pivotal new race.

Vance calls me a Chameleon, Trump's confused by who I am,
They'll figure soon enough the cunning of this femme,
The more I keep them guessing, the less prepared they'll be,
When finally I pounce, then they'll twig who's truly me.

I've got the Party pliant, putty in my hands,
Celebrities galore, like shiny rubber bands;
Money pouring in, donors by the score,
All the worthwhile Media gushing it's Kamala they adore.

As to any policies, I don't stay up at nights,
Why worry when my bag holds Reproductive rights;
C'mon Donald, admit you’ve badly lost,
I'm the future President and you’ll be simply Toast.
This is a humorous parody of course. But as Shakespeare proved, there is often truth in parody
Sachin jeengar Dec 2017
Aao sathiyo Mai tumhe thoda sa vyapar sikha du
Machino ki is duniya Mai bikta Ye insan dikha du
Suraj se Brahmand tak fir Prithvi se Ye chand tak
Kahaniyo k Mai aj hazaro gulistan bicha dun
Aao sathiyo Mai....
Badal raha h waqt Ye Yaro badal rahi h duniya
Badalti is duniya Mai sambhalta Mai insan dikha du
Aao sathiyo Mai...
Hai daud yaha par paise ki paise ka mayajaal h
Hota ik pal Mai idhar udhar kaisa bedhangi kamal h
Kamaal ki is sajish ka Mai tumhe sartaaj bata du
Aao sathiyo Mai...
Tum dhund rahe the aj jise kal Mai kese mil jaega
Jo kho chuka vo ** chuka tu khud ko kese batlaega...
Mai batlata hu tumhe ab tum ko bhi Ye chaal sikha du
Aao sathiyo Mai...
Years Ago ,
A leaf
Presented by my Niece ,
Nurtured and Nourished
Weeded and Pruned
The Plant ,
Vivacious and Green
This time of the year
Gloriously blooms

Bhrama Kamal
'Queen of the Night'
A beauty Rare
Mystic and Divine

Twilight ,
Your beauty Unveils
Milky white Petals Slowly Unfurl
A translucent Sheen
Makes my Spirit Gleam

By Midnight,
Your beauty Shimmers
The gentle breeze of the night
Wafts
The  fragrance of the Exotic Blooms
Into the Rooms

The scintillating Blooms
In Harmony with The beauteous Moon
Cast  a Spell
For me
And
The Starlit Sky to Revel

Your beauty all Divine and Pure
Wilts Away
Shying
The Dawn
The Sun enchanted
By The Magical Dream
Lost in The Mystical Allure
This year on 9thAugust , two flowers bloomed .
Had one more bloom on 14 th September:)
i like to share this story from sherina to say ------ is very good story beacase our people in last life was saw girls are bad something in there life but i see girls is the best thing god give us to live our life and see sherina saad is best friend to me case she is so kind
sherif kamal
Hakikur Rahman Apr 2022
Kautilya or Katyayan,
They were the best examples in their own essence.

Khana or Galileo,
Couldn't be to become too dear to many.

Van Gogh or Jibanananda Das,
Society did not recognize them, all were delusions.

Sukarno or Kamal Ataturk,
Have they got the real happiness of freedom?

Asking questions back to whom today,
To answer these, who remains there!
Hira malik Feb 2019
yay jo haal hoa sare- shaam hi,
siyah dasht -o- garibaan hoa,
Mjhay hasil naan tha jo kamal bhe,
Wo bay-sabab shikasta -o -jaan hoa..
aay rahbar -e-zindagi, yay kaisi taveel tar raat hai,
Naan amaan mili, naan hi koe imtihaan hoa!!
Wo jo pamaal kar gay meray khwab ko,
us hashar-e- jaan ka kia samaan hoa;
Yunheen gard main liptay bujhay khayal,
Shahr say jaanay ka yun ihtimaam hoa!
Yay rang nhn saraab hain,yay ehsaas say door paar hain,
Meray bayrabt say tootay pyaar main,Jo hoa tou bass yunheen hoa!!
XnwxrMxlik Mar 2021
Kamal ka phool kechad mein khilta hai
Par dekk tere damann mein kechad kitna hai

Pyar baatne se badta hai
Dharm ke naam phe tu kyu ladta hai
Janta hu koi naah hai masoom
Par akhir mein insan hi tho marta hai

Bhattka sa tu firta hai
Tutt jaane phe
Hasna kyu bhulta hai
Aye musaafir tujhe aage badna hai
Tu chalta re
Manzil ka pata nahi
Kar wahi jo lage dil ko sahi

Yaar aaise hai jo
Bhulane par bhi bhulte nahi
Bachpan ki yaade
Whai purani baate
Andheri raato mein hum ghum ** gaye sabhi

Kho diya humne apne aapko
Iss insano ki basti mein kahi

Abb kyu jalta hai tu
Naah raha ishq naah mehboob
Kya baacha hai karne ko mehsus
Dillagi aur bedardi ke beech hu masroof...
LLZ Sep 2020
Kamal ki baat h n,
Jise humne sab kuch lutakar pyaar kiya
Aaj usse hi humare pass laut Kar nahi aana hai!
Strange but true
LLZ Apr 2020
Kamal ki baat hai na,
Pyaar aur vishvaas  behaad Kar liya tumse,
Bas ye nafrat hi hai ,
Jo na Jane Kyu behaad nahi hoti tumse!
Love you always ,till end of my life!
KV Srikanth May 2021
Live and Let Die
Roger Moore 'a first outing as 007
He would go on to do 7
George Martin manager of the beatles
Scored the haunting Music
Paul McCartney sang the title song
And he could never go wrong
Jane Seymore as Solitaire
Bond girl amongst none compare
African American Villains
In the Coccaine business
Yaphet Kotto as Kananga
Perfect for this Bond saga
Bernard Lee and Louis Maxwell
Return as M and Money Penny
Desmond Llewellyn did not reprise his role as Q the quarter master
Audience missing him did in a big way matter
The movie outgrossed Diamonds are forever by 2 times
Established Roger Moore as Bond for 6 more times

The Man With The Golden Gun
Christopher Lee in the title role
Best Bond Villain ever said the polls
Solar device in the wrong hands
Takes the film to the far east lands
Bond Girls in Maud Adam's  in Britt Ekland
Title song by Lulu
Wonderful score by John Barry

The Spy Who Loved Me
Rated by many as the best Bond Adventure
Submarines missing requiring immediate Counter measure
Nobody Does it Better sung by Carly Simon
With Oscar Winner Marvin Hamlisch conducting
Curt Jurgens as Josef Sttomberg
Underwater city  creating his new world
Barbara Bach as Agent ***
Made the fans connect
Delivered yet another super hit
Egypt Italy and Austria
Filmed beautifully through
Alan Hume's Camera

Moonraker raked in the Box office
Film about the Space Race
A Colony in Space for the Physically perfect
Destroy the earth to keep it Private
Michael Lonsdale the French actor
Cast as Drax the creator of the Moonraker
Lois Chiles  the Bond Girl
Dr Holly Goodhead a  NASA scientist
Placed by the Secret Service
Venice Rio De Janeiro locations captured
Jaws with his steel tooth
Hired to bring Bond to book
Title song by Shirley Bassy
With a riveting score by John Barry
It's the Biggest Its the Best Its Bond And Beyond

For Your Eyes Only
Oscar nominated score by Bill Conti
Sheena Easton providing the vocals
First time the singer part of the title Visuals
Attempt to return to the basics
Met with great reception with the masses
Villains with Clawed hands and Steel Teeth laid to rest
Everyone felt for the best
ATAC system stolen
Retrieving it Bonds burden
Checkpoint Charlie and the Greek Mountains
Some of the exotic locations
Carole Bouquet Cesar award winning actress and Supermodel plays the Bond girl having failed to land the role on earlier occasions

Octo** shot in the Indian Subcontinent
Throws in everything including the kitchen sink for entertainment
Maud Adams as the Bond Girl
Has the distinction of repeating the role twice
Louis Jordan as Kamal Khan
Steven Berkoff as Orlov
Want the Warheads to detonate
With the final objective of a World to dominate
Rita Coolidge sings All Time High
The title of the film not appearing in the lyrics
The film was a massive success with the audience and the Critics

A View To A **** Roger Moore in his last outing
Oscar winner as the Villain
Max Zorin played by Christopher Walken
Title song by Duran Duran
First James Bond song to be number one
Destroying Silicon Valley in his plans
With Grace Jones in his command
Tanya Roberts the Bond Girl
Eiffel Tower and Golden Gate the places where jaw dropping stunts unfurl.
John Barry conducted the score
Waving goodbye to an era led by Roger Moore
Hakim Kassim Mar 2024
(to Amal)
Musical Child of May, spirit fierce  and
                   fair!
  Born to Spring when the cricket cheers,
                   or
Drowsy nightingale weeps in melody, to
                  beget
  A new breed that in future glory may
                  rhyme--
Here to the twenty, and a thousand to
                  come,
  Of all your soft and moon-lit mid-May
                  eves.
Strange how much change the passing
                  day reveals,
  Stranger yet how your heart, sweet
                  child, stays  in love; ever-truer,
Blind to what was or will be said. Glow!
   MayChild of that immortal season,  
                  ancient friend
To Hyades that forever mourn and weep
                  for their slain.
  Pray, MayChild, to lift a lowered world
                 up to a higher ground:
Pray for Mulki, avid, able, so full of life,
  And for him who from womb to tomb
                 trod his way too soon;
Pray for Leyla, hostage to a future
                 brighter than can be said,
  And for this one, humbled and defiant if
                 broken they say;
Pray for Ilham, a beauty that will burn
                another Troy,
  And for Kamal, princely and tall and to
                reign;
Pray for Fatah, to whom Allah left
               enlightening common minds,
  And for Sahardid, gifted with what for
               so many in envy crave;
Pray for Guled, made of the rare,  born
               for the  best;
Pray, MayChild, for mean and  hateful
               were not  said of you--
   Pray for us now and at the hour of our
               birth!
Tender  Star of May, beauty  blessed
               before her birth!
  Rich and loyal in  love, as  some are not,
Forget not: the ways of the are not those
               of  love:
  In a rugged world where  brutes tread
               their  petty ways of hate,
They break the heart that  shows love in
               full faith;
Venus, who versed you well in perfumed
             gardens of Spring,
  Knew that men's promise and trust
             vanish with the fleeting hour:
Consider Echo who, for love sincere,
             became  but a faint voice--
  Consider one might not be so loved by
             whom one loves so deep!
                                                           ­           
                                -by Hakim H. Kassim.
                                 (d. May 15, 1993)
Aarib Al Tamzeed Oct 2024
Rabab baj rahi thi kahi, jaha khuda bhi naach raha tha,
Phir na jaane kaunsi yaad-e-dard baraat leke agayi.

Naghma jo lehrake aayi, banke sur-e-shahen shah,
Wo sur jo nafs se mile, to khud dard banke beh gayi.

Aye mere jaan-o-dil, jamal-e-mah suna teri nazm-e-kamal,
Hum to ro rahe hain, jab se teri lafzon, aasu ban ke beh gayi.

Andaaz mat pucho koi, apna batane layak nahi rahi,
Khair agar puch hi liya hai, to kya batayen, koi andaz hi nahi rahi.

Bata to denge hum, par koi kyun sunega,
Khair agar sun hi liya hai, to sun ke bhi kya samjhega.

Baatein to bohot hain, gar koi sunna chahe to,Par kaun sunne ke liye baitha rahe?
Khair agar baith hi gaya **, to ek be-kafan lash ka,Nazm-e-ashk bhi sun ke jao.

Ro to nahi rahe the hum, wo kam to apna lafz kar raha tha,
Achanak wo rabab yaad agayi, jis pe khuda nach raha tha.

Hum to baithe the, ab khare ** gaye,
Na jaane apna rone ki awaaz, us mehfil ko kharab na karde.

Ab mai chal raha hoon, kahi aur jaa raha hoon,
Kidhar jaa raha hoon, utna nahi pata,
Bas rabab se dur chala jaun,
Nayi mehfil sajane, udhar firse nazm-e-ashk bhi suna na hai.
Alvian Eleven Dec 2024
Setiap hari kubuka Tiktok.
Selalu kulihat banyak video.
Terus diposting orang orang Gaza.
Bercampur antara duka lara dan suka cita.

Anas sang jurnalis di Jabalia.
Menyiarkan berita bombardir pesawat jet.
Menghancurkan rumah dan sekolah.
Mayat anak anak tergeletak dimana mana.

Hamada sang juru masak di Khan Yunis.
Bersemangat memasak shawarma ayam.
Lalu dia membagikan untuk anak anak.
Mereka tertawa gembira bisa makan enak.

Motasem sang jurnalis di Beit Lahia.
Mendatangi beberapa tenda pengungsi.
Anak anak di dalam tenda tenda itu.
Semuanya kurus kering kelaparan.

Mona sang relawan di Al Mawasi.
Sibuk membagikan bahan bahan kebutuhan.
Beras , tepung , minyak , gula , mie.
Para pengungsi senang menerimanya.

Bisan sang jurnalis di Al Maghazi.
Bertemu banyak rombongan pengungsi.
Mereka kelelahan berjalan jauh.
Sandal dan sepatu mereka sobek semua.

Tito sang badut di Gaza Utara.
Selalu enerjik menghibur anak anak.
Bermain , bernyanyi , berjoget.
Tertawa gembira bersama sama.

Dr Mohammed di rumah sakit Kamal Adwan.
Merasa kelelahan dan ketakutan.
Sendirian mengurusi orang orang terluka.
Sementara rekan rekannya ditangkap semua.

Said sang relawan di Al Nuseirat.
Tanpa lelah memasang tenda tenda.
Memasak makanan dan membagikan barang.
Untuk pengungsi yang terlantar.

Saleh sang jurnalis di Khan Yunis.
Menemukan anak lelaki saat tengah malam.
Menangis sendirian di kuburan ibunya.
Tidak mau kembali ke tenda hingga pagi tiba.

Dahlan sang relawan di Deir El Balah.
Mengadakan acara nonton kartun bersama.
Anak anak berkumpul dan merasa gembira.
Nonton kartun sambil makan popcorn.

Ahmed sang jurnalis di Al Nuseirat.
Merasa kasihan melihat anak anak di dalam tenda.
Mereka kepanasan saat siang terik.
Dan kebanjiran saat hujan deras.

Samaa sang gadis pemain biola di Tel El Hawa.
Duduk di bawah pohon sambil memainkan biola.
Anak anak yang melihatnya tampak tenang.
Terlarut melupakan semua penderitaan.

Youmna sang jurnalis di Shujaiya.
Bertemu anak anak yang terlantar.
Mereka memungut makanan dari sampah.
Dan meminum air dari comberan.

Alaa sang tukang cukur di Al Nuseirat.
Mencukur rambut orang orang tanpa bayaran.
Dia cukup senang mendapat sedikit imbalan.
Rokok , roti , kopi atau ucapan terima kasih.

Hossam sang jurnalis di stadion Yarmouk.
Meliput banyak pengungsi yang berdatangan.
Mereka kelelahan , kelaparan , kehausan.
Terlantar tak punya tenda.

Renad sang gadis cilik di Deir El Balah.
Selalu ceria memasak berbagai makanan.
Dia memasak maqluba tanpa ayam.
Harga ayam naik tinggi tak terbeli.

Doaa sang jurnalis di rumah sakit Al Nasser.
Mengunjungi anak anak yang terluka.
Ada yang tangan dan kakinya buntung.
Ada yang kulitnya mengelupas terkena fosfor.

Israa sang guru di Al Bureij.
Mengajak rekan rekannya membuka tenda sekolah.
Mereka memberi alat menulis dan menggambar.
Anak anak senang bisa sekolah lagi.

Hind sang jurnalis di rumah sakit Al Aqsa.
Menyiarkan berita yang mengerikan.
Tenda tenda di sekitarnya hancur berantakan.
Terbakar terkena bombardir pesawat jet.

Samih sang pemuda pemain oud di Deir El Balah.
Penuh semangat bernyanyi sambil memainkan oud.
Sementara teman temannya lincah menari dabke.
Menghibur orang orang yang mengungsi.

Samara sang jurnalis di Al Zaitun.
Mendatangi tenda tenda para pengungsi.
Banyak anak anak yang kulitnya gatal.
Penuh borok dirubungi lalat.

Abdullah sang petani di Khan Yunis.
Nekat menyelinap kembali ke kebunnya.
Agar dia bisa memanen sekarung buah olive.
Cukup untuk dibagi para pengungsi.

Faiz sang jurnalis di Rafah.
Meliput jalanan yang sepi.
Tak ada apapun selain mayat mayat berlumuran darah.
Tewas bergelimpangan diserang quadcopter.

Hassan sang dosen di Al Rimal.
Tanpa lelah melakukan kuliah online.
Para mahasiswa bersemangat melanjutkan kuliah.
Tak peduli dengan kekacauan , kesulitan dan keterbatasan.

Mahmoud sang jurnalis di Shujaiya.
Menutup hidungnya sambil melakukan liputan.
Mayat mayat membusuk menjadi tulang belulang.
Dimakan anjing anjing liar yang kelaparan.

Abdallah sang relawan di Deir El Balah.
Sibuk mengurusi banyak kucing liar.
Dia mengobati dan memberi makan.
Lalu membelai belai dan bermain main.

  Mousa sang penyelamat sipil di Beit Hanoun.
Merasa putus asa tidak bisa menolong.
Orang orang yang terluka tertimpa bangunan.
Merintih rintih kesakitan menunggu kematian.

Fadi sang relawan di Al Maghazi.
Terus bergerak bersama rekan rekannya.
Mereka memasang solar panel , mengebor sumur dan membuat.
Para pengungsi memuji kerja keras mereka.

Yousef sang petugas medis di rumah sakit Al Quds.
Merasa ketakutan naik ambulance.
Drone pengebom terus mengejar.
Meledakkan jalanan yang dilewati.

Menna sang pelukis di Al Shati.
Menyuruh anak anak untuk mengantri.
Sementara dia melukis wajah mereka satu persatu.
Lukisan semangka , Handala dan bendera Palestina.

Nofal sang jurnalis di Shujaiya.
Mewawancarai seorang pria kurus penuh luka.
Pria itu baru saja dibebaskan dari penjara.
Terus disiksa hingga mengalami trauma.

Maha sang jurnalis di Deir El Balah.
Bersantai di pantai sambil memandangi senja.
Sementara anak anak muda di sekitarnya.
Penuh semangat bermain sepakbola.

Naji sang sopir taxi di kota Gaza.
Menyetir mobilnya pelan pelan sambil menangis.
Dia sedih melihat seluruh kotanya hancur lebur.
Tak ada yang tersisa selain puing puing reruntuhan.

Fatema sang relawan di Al Shati.
Berkumpul bersama anak anak perempuan di tenda besar.
Mereka duduk di tikar sambil membaca ayat ayat Al Quran.
Terdengar merdu hingga meneguhkan keimanan.

Ouda sang jurnalis di Jabalia.
Bertemu seorang pria yang naik kereta keledai pelan pelan.
kereta keledai itu mengangkut mayat anak anak yang berlumuran darah.
Ada yang kepalanya pecah , ada yang perutnya hancur.

Nour sang jurnalis di kota Gaza.
Tertawa senang melihat anak anak muda di sekitarnya.
Mereka bermain parkour melompati puing puing reruntuhan.
Lalu mengibarkan bendera Palestina di atas atap yang hampir roboh.

Khaled sang jurnalis di Beit Hanoun.
Tergesa gesa meliput pengeboman drone di jalanan.
Ledakan bom menghancurkan mobil hingga ringsek.
Orang orang di dalam mobil tewas mengenaskan berlumuran darah.

Ashraf sang insinyur elektronik di Al Nuseirat.
Tampak senang memamerkan barang barang buatannya.
Kipas angin , lampu meja , charger ponsel hingga kulkas.
Semuanya dibuat dengan rongsokan yang dia temukan.

Lubna sang jurnalis di rumah sakit Al Shifa.
Meliput kengerian setelah pembantaian massal.
Ratusan mayat membusuk bergelimpangan dimana mana.
Semuanya hancur tak berbentuk setelah dilindas tank dan buldoser.

Firas sang relawan di Al Bureij.
Naik truk bersama rekan rekannya ke tempat pengungsian.
Begitu tiba mereka langsung membagikan sepatu , mantel dan jaket tebal.
Anak anak senang tak lagi kedinginan.

Jumana sang janda di Al Mawasi.
Menangis teringat suaminya yang tewas tertembak quadcopter.
Dia juga lelah berusaha bertahan hidup tanpa suaminya.
Sementara anak anaknya masih kecil semua.

Rami sang pemuda kreatif di Al Nuseirat.
Mengumpulkan banyak kardus bekas dari tempat sampah.
Setelah itu dia membuat beraneka mainan kardus untuk anak anak.
Mobil mobilan , motor motoran , kapal kapalan dan lainnya.

Wedad sang gadis remaja di Al Mawasi.
Termenung sedih sambil memegang kunci tua dan kunci baru.
Kunci tua itu milik neneknya yang terusir dari rumah sejak 1948.
Kunci baru itu miliknya sendiri yang terus dibawa setelah rumahnya dihancurkan.

Mosab sang pelukis mural di Rafah.
Membawa banyak peralatan lukis dan cat beraneka warna.
Dengan penuh semangat dia melukis mural di reruntuhan tembok yang lebar.
Yang dia lukis adalah sosok Handala sedang makan semangka.

Dokter Ayaz di rumah sakit Al Awda.
Menangis melihat bayi bayi prematur yang tidur dalam inkubator.
Tak ada kiriman bahan bakar untuk terus menyalakan listrik yang hampir padam.
Bayi bayi prematur itu akan segera mati satu persatu.

Aboud sang pemuda kreatif di Al Maghazi.
Mengajak anak anak membuat layangan besar bendera Palestina.
Lalu mereka menerbangkan layangan besar itu di tepi pantai.
Siapapun yang melihatnya merasa masih punya harapan.

Duka lara yang dialami orang orang Gaza masih terus berlanjut.
Tapi orang orang Gaza masih terus melanjutkan suka cita.
Melakukan apapun yang masih bisa dilakukan.
Menikmati apapun yang masih bisa dinikmati.


November 2024

By Alvian Eleven
Alvian Eleven Dec 2024
Tonight the air feels very cold.
I'm sitting alone at the terrace of an old cafe.
Drinking coffee while opening my Tiktok account.
As usual I see posts from Gazans.
Various videos about their daily lives amidst the long chaos.

Half an hour ago Fadi uploaded his video.
He was busy with his friends who were members of the volunteer team.
They were installing tents , toilets and solar panels for the refugees in Al Mawasi.
People were happy to see the results of their work.

An hour ago Dahlan uploaded his video.
He held a cartoon movie watching event with his friends who were members of the volunteer team.
The children looked happy watching cartoon movie in a big tent.
They also got pizzas and popcorns to eat while watching cartoon.

Two hours ago Ashraf the electrical engineer uploaded his video.
He looked enthusiastic about making various electronic items.
Table lamp , phone charger , fan and mini refrigerator.
All of which he made with scrap materials he found.

Three hours ago Mousa the civil rescuer uploaded his video.
He felt hopeless couldn't save people who were crushed by building rubble.
They were moaning in pain waiting to die.
While Mousa just cried and couldn't do anything because of limited equipment.

Four hours ago Youmna the journalist uploaded her video.
She was meeting some displaced children.
They were wandering around the street picking up leftover food from the trash.
Also drinking ***** water from the gutter.

Five hours ago Doctor Ayas uploaded his video.
He was crying sadly when he saw premature babies who had died in incubators.
Since two weeks ago he and all the medical staffs were forced to leave Al Awda Hospital.
In the end the premature babies died with no one to take care of them.

Six hours ago Hamada the strange chef uploaded his video.
He looked enthusiastic about making chocolate croissant cakes.
After baking all the cakes were distributed to children in refugee camps.
They all ate the cakes with great joy.

Seven hours ago Hind the journalist uploaded her video.
She was covering the news at Al Aqsa hospital.
Many people and children were seriously injured.
Their legs and arms were amputated.

Eight hours ago Samih the oud player uploaded his video.
He was singing while playing his oud guitar.
While his friends were wearing keffiyehs and enthusiastically dancing dabke.
Entertaining people and children in refugee camps.

Nine hours ago Bisan the journalist uploaded her video.
She was visiting a refugee camp in Al Maghazi.
Many tents were destroyed and burnt out.
hit by jet bombardment last night.

Ten hours ago Abdallah the animal rescuer uploaded his video.
He was feeding many stray cats he found.
He was also caring for a cat that was seriously injured.
Hit by fragments of an exploding missile.

Eleven hours ago Omar the tailor uploaded his video.
He was sewing clothes for a little girl.
The clothes were made from thin blanket.
Because the girl's mother didn't have money to buy clothes or fabric.

Twelve hours ago Fatema uploaded her video.
She was teaching to memorize the Quran with her friends.
The children looked enthusiastic about reading verses of the Quran while sitting in a circle on the carpet.
Their voices sounded melodious.

Thirteen hours ago Doctor Mohammed uploaded his video.
he was exhausted taking care of injured people and children in Kamal Adwan hospital.
While only a small supply of medicine remained.
The fuel for the generator was also running out.

Fourteen hours ago Firaz uploaded his video.
He visited the refugee camp in Al Bureij with his friends who were members of the volunteer team.
They seemed enthusiastic about distributing various children's items for winter.
Jackets , sweaters , scarves , shoes and thick blankets.

Fifteen hours ago Tito the clown uploaded his video.
He was dancing and doing acrobatics using his long legs.
While the children who saw him were very happy.
They felt entertained by Tito's energetic attractions.

Sixteen hours ago Hassan the lecturer uploaded his video.
In the tent he was trying to lecture online.
While the wifi was very slow and the laptop battery was almost dead.
But he didn't want to give up.

That's how they go through day after day in Gaza.
I'm tired of seeing the long chaos in Gaza that continues every day without stopping.
What I can do is comment words of encouragement to them.
So that they don't feel abandoned by the world.
And they still have fighting spirit to get through the hard , tiring and dangerous days.


December 2024

By Alvian Eleven

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