you deserve!

You deserve the kneeling roses worshipping your eyes and kissing.

You deserve golden sunshine and twilight. You deserve better than me, better than god, and better than the romantic stories of Sahara.

You deserve better than I could offer, and better than all kingdoms of earth and heavens.

Gaza, Life, Love, and Everything

Frightened, you wake up in the morning to the sound of a bullet, then you feel happy as you realize the bullet didn’t hit you, you are still breathing, but soon you will feel sorry, you recognize that the bullet that missed you, hit somebody else; maybe he had a loving wife, and helpless young children. That circle of happiness and sadness each morning is an inevitable aspect of each Gazan’s life.

we aren't your scapegoat

it seems that I have been living with many misconceptions, lately I seem to understand things better, during my life I rejected the method  of viewing life, reality, or incidents from a single point of view, I thought Europeans have better educational institutes, and should have variety of ways and methods of judging and  evaluating issues, but it seems that being shallow has nothing to do with being educated or not, it is a part of human nature, the sad reality the way ideology works makes the majority of people look stupid, at least this was the conclusion I came to last night.

a Vision of Gaza ... 1

Happy new hijri year, merry Christmas, happy new year, and happy birthday for everybody!

Two years ago, when I was having my last semester as an undergraduate student, I had a discussion with a religious professor (about the way Hamas deals with people in Gaza, violates their human and civil rights, and tries to impose backwarded laws). After listening to my opinion the professor called me a heretic for opposing the Islamization of laws, and calling for a secular state. He said I was an unwelcomed misfit, that day I smiled and laughed, I understood he was right, I am a misfit where everybody is trying to show more religious fundamentalism.

Gaza...

Gaza, a sweet reality and dream, where roses aura takes breath, and by hot kisses each one’s lips are blessed. Gaza, a childish hope and pray, where you can find the sweetest and most beautiful women on earth, love in the air, and ecstasy takes over your soul. Gaza, where the dogs of night never stop biting your shoes!.

Hope

Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all,

Emily Dickinson

Religion, Dogma, & Violence

Conflict, militant resistance, crime, and revolution, all of these terms do share something initial in their cores "Violence", though there is ideological differences between each and another, but general speaking they all evolve around violence. 

Every conflict, act of war, clash in human history can be traced back to dogma, or irrationality of one kind or another. And here we are speaking about dogmas in general as an established belief or doctrine held by religion or ideology or any kind of organization.

not a poet

I'm not a poet,
I'm a worshiper. 
I praise Beauty, 
Dahlia and every flower.
Have seen thy eyes,
and became a lover.

You!

Love conquers all, 
and so do you!
you make sun shine,
paint sky blue ! 

a sweet breeze,
sweeter day by day.
for your beauty birds fly,
roses boom and sway
towards your lips,
kissing all the way.


27.8.2010

InTRo

Four months ago I started this blog, but I am not sure yet the reason why I didn’t post more yet, weather it was that I didn’t have time, or didn’t have the balls to write what I feel!. Keeping it real, asking and answering the question in a meaningless monologue; why are you here? Well, I decided to write. It isn’t easy to resist the temptation of a white paper and a pen specially when you are totally pissed-off. I didn’t write for a while, except some sketches, and few lines of poetry in Arabic, but after what I saw today I decided to ruin all white papers' purity and virginity, and to break all taboos, and let my pen decide what to criticize and what to praise!.

Gone

Slowly opening his dark brown eyes, he had been awaken by sounds of fire shots in the air, his eyes were tired of all his life disappointments. Helounged about getting out of his prison-like rusty iron-made bed covered with a tenuous coverlet. He sighed while he was watching the cracks and the dank spots on the walls with an eagle eye.