Egyptian Revolution 2011

 Egyptian Revolution 2011 "Those who make peaceful revolution impossible, Make violent revolution inevitable" -JFK (Video Link)
For 30 Years Hosni Mubarak has oppressed the people of Egypt, and his decisions have effect a large portion of the East.

I support you, the people of Egpyt

-From the U.S.A a Palestinian American.

Poetry

My attachment to these words of rhyme,
Is like my attachment to the Qur'an
Words so divine. Meanings, interwine line by line,
No contradictions, No lies!

Reading that Surah, it brings me to tears
But always, Always conquering my fears!
Fear none but Allah,
Allah Allah Allah!

Just how these poems mesmerize me
Creating a love, a passion,
Escaping the lines of this empty paper,
The change makes me wise
This kind of love unknown to some mankind
In these words I hide, feeling secure
A hunger deep withinin

doubtful, but you don't see the wind
But yet you know it blows...

In Memory of Naji Al Ali

Naji Al Ali was a well known political cartoonist and creator of the famous Hanthala character, Naji Al-Ali was assassinated in London for his criticism of Israeli policy by way of his cartoons. He was on his way to work at a Kuwaiti newspaper at the time. Although nobody has been charged with the crime, the overwhelming opinion is that Fatah was responsible for the murder. Other reports state that the Israeli Mossad was responsible with the assistance of Fatah. He was assassinated August 29, 1987

Bantustans

Locked within this iron cage

These walls stand tall

Separating body from soul

Dwelling in the hands of fate

Religious intolerance and hate

Genocide on the rise

Palestinian cemeteries grow in size

America turns her face, feeds the world lies

As the West remains silent to Gaza's cries..

Unknown, Untold

As I read these books, the stacks pile up

its as if I am looking for something..
I don't know what, something to fill this hunger
Feeling empty, wanting to know more
experience your story, and even hear your glory
Feel that wind, whispering through my ears
A lot of times it brings me to tears
misunderstood by my American peers
Perhaps, Looking for something, to explain my own story
Because this one, for now has no glory....


For its unknown, untold
Wild and crazy
Skin and soul, left in my homeland
Left to boil, my stories on top of on another coil
intertwine, trying to grasp these uncontrollable hands
I only strive to return
I read these books in hopes maybe I will learn.
I only want to practice my right, return to my home.

Love
My Love for you is like a widespread wildfire
Expanding with each step I take
But you will never feel the heat of this love
For you walked away, put out this raging flame
Returning to only once smoked ash
Now you are only one of my past
At one point, I almost thought
This love was ever last

but we are all bound to fall, and sometimes crash....

Hands!


With these hands we hold babies
Run fingers across pages of books
Touch people, Hold other hands
Point, speak in the language of sign
Create art, made from the heart
Guide people in streets
Make signs of peace
with these hands, I write these words