Keep me Afloat

Keep me afloat


When rivers of sorrow run underground

Drenched with gloom I weep… keep me afloat



When gales of pain throw me around

With a broken-heart I mumble… keep me afloat



When waves of danger shake my ground

Frail, clutching the rail I whisper… keep me afloat

When storms of fury rage in my mind

On the rim of lunacy I gasp for sanity… keep me afloat



When clouds of fear smother my life

Disperse them… embrace me… keep me afloat



When fumes of doubts choke my insight

Blow it all away… clear my thoughts… keep me afloat

When jaws of despair are open wide

Grab hold of my hand… don’t let me slip… keep me afloat



When floods of injustice cause me to drown

Pull me out… give me the kiss of life… keep me a float



When stabs of humiliation cut deep into my heart

Wipe my injury… ease my pain… keep me afloat

When claws of adversity scratch my humanity

Come to my rescue… caress my wounds … keep me afloat



When boats of hope leave me behind

Draw out my wings… give me a push… keep me afloat

Yes, I am

Yes, I am a Palestinian

Yes, I am a Muslim

Yes, I am a humanist

Yes, I am a woman

Yes, I am a mother

Yes, I am a grandmother

And

YES

I am a freedom fighter



I fight for my right to think freely

I fight for my right to speak my mind



I fight for my right to live in dignity

I fight for my right to cherish all life



I fight for my right to choose my faith

I fight for my right to live my values



I fight for my right to realize my dreams

I fight for my right to go back home



I fight against “fitna” which is oppression

I fight against “Udwan” which is aggression

Wholly inhumane


I fight with my verses to make headways

My pen is my weapon

My words are my “Jihad”


I fight against greed, vice and supremacy

Either I help bring it down

Or I die doing so



And

YES

I am a freedom fighter

Have you any problem with that?

Yes, I am a Palestinian

Yes, I am a Muslim

Yes, I am a humanist

Yes, I am a woman

Yes, I am a mother

Yes, I am a grandmother

And

YES

I am a freedom fighter

I fight for my right to think freely

I fight for my right to speak my mind

I fight for my right to live in dignity

I fight for my right to cherish all life

I fight for my right to choose my faith

I fight for my right to live my values

I fight for my right to realize my dreams

I fight for my right to go back home

I fight against “fitna” which is oppression

I fight against “Udwan” which is aggression

Wholly inhumane

I fight with my verses to make headways

My pen is my weapon

My words are my “Jihad”

I fight against greed, vice and supremacy

Either I help bring down

Or I die doing so

And

YES

I am a freedom fighter

Have you any problem with that?

An Ode for Lifta

An Ode for Lifta

I think of Lifta... I smile.... like a flower

Lifta… The healing touch of my grandmother

The aroma of her bread, baked with tenderness and love

Lifta...The hand of my mother against my face

Her gentle fingers running through my curls

Lifta…The smile of "Amal" my childhood friend

Gazing at Jerusalem in the horizon

Lifta… Rambling roses, lavender and jasmine

Poppies, daisies, chamomile carpets

And a blanket of stars

I think of Lifta... I smile.... like a flower

Lifta… distressed rocks, anxious roofs and wounded windows

Lifta… fatigued Hills sleeping on each other’s shoulders

Hunched homes, years of anguish and solitude

Insisting not to bow down

Resilient trees embracing the landscape

Refusing to surrender

A pounding tearful stream determined not to drown

I think of Lifta... I smile.... like a flower

Lifta... fragrant dreams of little girls

bouncing in the meadows

Lifta... sparkly eyes teaming with joy...

following a baby gazelle down the valley

Lifta… Rainbow giggles of many many children,

singing, dancing, playing "bride and groom"

I think of Lifta... I smile.... like a flower


Lifta... Lifta… Lifta

Lifta... the throbbing wound of my heart

The scent of my buried memories seeping through my tortured being

Lifta… the childhood paradise I yearn to re-grasp

Lifta... the last straw humankind could hold onto

To save its humanity

I think of Lifta... I smile.... like a flower


I think of Lifta... I weep... like a motherless child


I think of Lifta... I sing like a buoyant hummingbird


I think of Lifta... I tremble like an autumn leaf


I think of Lifta... I haemorrhage like slaughtered lamb

I think of Lifta... I smile.... like a flower

I think of Lifta… I gasp for a glimpse of her splendour

I think of Lifta… I melt with love, so tender

I think of Lifta… I rage… rage with blazing anger

"Sons of the devil"

(Yes, I called you that)

Heed if you have a residue of a heart

“NEVER AGAIN” you said

“NEVER AGAIN” you LIED

Heed if you have a scum of a soul

You destroy Lifta… You unleash your own demise

WRATH as NEVER BEFORE

Torment

Boundless… measureless… bottomless…eternal

It’s your choice


*****

And so it goes

Delightful

Life... goes on

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7:03 AM, July 07, 2011

Would You?

Would You?Who would do as Jesus did?

Who would kick the money-lenders out?

Of the Land, that is, Holy

Of the Temple… Palestine?

Who would do as Jesus did?

Who would feed the empty tummy?

Who would come to aid the frail?

Who would lend a helping hand?

Who would heal the broken heart?


Who would do as Jesus said?

“Sell his garment and buy one”?

Who would kick the wicked out?

Who would do as Jesus did?

Who would stop the criminals lying?

Who would save the little ones dying?

Who would fend the meek and weak?

Who would scorn the haughty ones?


Who would do as Jesus said?

“Sell his garment and buy one”?

Who would kick the arrogant out?




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