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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
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 23
(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)
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.

— The End —