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يا تلاميذ غزة علمونا بعض ما عندكم
فنحن نسينا..
علمونا بأن نكون رجالا
فلدينا الرجال صاروا عجينا..
علمونا كيف الحجارة تغدو
بين أيدي الأطفال ماسا ثمينا..
كيف تغدو دراجة الطفل لغما
وشريط الحرير يغدو كمينا..
كيف مصاصة الحليب
إذا ما اعتقلوها تحولت سكينا.
يا تلاميذ غزة لا تبالوا
بإذاعاتنا ولا تسمعونا..
اضربوا اضربوا بكل قواكم
واحزموا أمركم ولا تسألونا..
نحن أهل الحساب والجمع والطرح
فخوضوا حروبكم واتركونا..
إننا الهاربون من خدمة الجيش
فهاتوا حبالكم واشنقونا..
نحن موتى لا يملكون ضريحا
ويتامى لا يملكون عيونا..
قد لزمنا جحورنا وطلبنا منكم
أن تقاتلوا التنينا..
قد صغرنا أمامكم ألف قرن
وكبرتم خلال شهر قرونا.
يا تلاميذ غزة لا تعودوا
لكتاباتنا ولا تقرؤونا..
نحن آباؤكم فلا تشبهونا..
نحن أصنامكم فلا تعبدونا..
نتعاطى القات السياسي
والقمع ونبني مقابرا وسجونا.
حررونا
من عقدة الخوف فينا واطردوا
من رؤوسنا الأفيونا..
علمونا فن التشبث بالأرض
ولا تتركوا المسيح حزينا.
يا أحباءنا الصغار سلاما
جعل الله يومكم ياسمينا..
من شقوق الأرض الخراب
طلعتم وزرعتم جراحنا نسرينا..
هذه ثورة الدفاتر والحبر
فكونوا على الشفاه لحونا..
أمطرونا بطولة وشموخا
واغسلونا من قبحنا اغسلونا..

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Moments

In the darkest hour, I told myself:

“Live it, embrace it, collect all the excruciating memories and let yourself fall, drawn, sink deeper and deeper, hit the bottom but don’t stay there. (As opposed to many people, I respect “sadness” as a feeling, it disciplines the soul, and makes people empathetic, sensitive beings not clowns)”.

I then remembered, another day is about to begin, the sun will shine one more time and I am still breathing and my heart is still beating. Isn’t it a miracle, it will continue beating till a certain time that I don’t know, it has been faithful and strong, when it was full and now when it’s empty… it is still beating !

People stray from love, don’t acknowledge their feelings till they die.
What are they thinking, others are longing for their compassion, for their affection.

Why is it a shame to need someone, someone in specific around which you feel it’s okay to be weak. It’s exhausting to be always in the stand by mode, carrying a gun or hiding behind a shield. It’s killing to be always in control.

Don’t think million times before saying a kind word, don’t think about the consequences… if the other person doesn’t want to hear it, you needed to say it.

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“You are a marvel”

I have been thinking, had a lot of “whys”, random questions just about everything…. the most urging one was about Gaza and the heartbreaking reality they are living, wondering if the Airstrikes and missiles’ deafening sounds are louder or the world’s silence.

Thinking about the streets, the ugliness, the clutter we live in, the people, the lost passion and lack of visibility. What direction shall be taken if there is no destination.

Why do we take things for granted, and accept things as they are while we can’t accept each other as we are without prejudice. It’s much easier to curse and judge than to teach and help.

We can make a difference only if we believe we can.

“Each second we live is a new and unique moment of the universe, a moment that will never be again. And what do we teach our children? We teach them that two and two make four, and that Paris is the capital of France. When will we also teach them what they are? We should say to each of them: Do you know what you are? You are a marvel. You are unique. In all the years that have passed, there has never been another child like you. Your legs, your arms, your clever fingers, the way you move. You may become a Shakespeare, a Michelangelo, a Beethoven. You have the capacity for anything. Yes, you are a marvel. And when you grow up, can you then harm another who is, like you, a marvel? You must work, we must all work, to make the world worthy of its children.” Pablo Picasso

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