Thursday, April 19, 2007

مديح الظل العالي

شعر: محمود درويش

(1)

كم كنت وحدك يا ابن أمي

يا ابن أكثر من أبي

كم كنت وحدك

القمح مر في حقول الآخرين

والماء مالح

والغيم فولاذ

وهذا النجم جارح

وعليك أن تحيا

وأن تعطي مقابل حبة الزيتون جلدك

(2)

حطوك في حجر وقالوا: لا تسلم

رموك في بئر وقالوا: لا تسلم

وأطلت في حربك يا ابن أمي

ألف عام في النهار

فأنكروك لأنهم لا يعرفون

سوى الخطابة والفرار

هم يسلخون الآن جلدك

فاحذر ملامحهم وغمدك

كم كنت وحدك

(3)

بيروت.. لا

ظهري أمام البحر أسوار ولا

قد أخسر الدنيا.. نعم

قد أخسر الكلمات والذكرى

لكني أقول الآن: لا

هي آخر الطلقات: لا

هي ما تبقي من هؤلاء الأرضُ: لا

هي ما تبقى من نشيج الروح: لا

سقط القناع عن القناع عن القناع

سقط القناع

لا إخوة لك يا أخي

لا أصدقاء يا صديقي

لا قلاع

لا الماء عندك

لا الدواء، ولا السماء، ولا الدماء

ولا الشراء، ولا الأمام، ولا الوراء

حاصر حصارك.. لا مفر

سقطت ذراعك فالتقطها

واضرب عدوك.. لا مفر

وسقطت قربك فالتقطني

واضرب عدوك بي

فأنت الآن حر

قتلاك أو جرحاك فيك ذخيرة

فاضرب بها

اضرب عدوك.. لا مفر

(4)

وأنا التوازن بين ما يجب

كنا هناك..

ومن هنا ستهاجر العرب

قصب هياكلنا وعروشنا قصب

في كل مئذنة حاو ومغتصب

يدعو لأندلس إن حوصرت حلب

وأنا التوازن

بين من جاءوا ومن ذهبوا

وأنا التوازن

بين من سُلبوا ومن سلبوا

وأنا التوازن

بين من صمدوا ومن هربوا

وأنا التوازن بين ما يجب

(5)

أهدي إلى جاري الجريدة

كي يفتش عن أقاربه

أعزيه غدا

أمشي لأبحث عن كنوز الماء في قبو البناية

يدخل الطيران أفكاري ويقصفها

فيقتل تسع عشرة طفلة

يتوقف العصفور عن إنشاده

والموت يأتينا بكل سلاحه

البري والجوي والبحري

ما زلت أحيا

ألف شكر للمصادفة السعيدة

يبذل الرؤساء جهدا عند أمريكا

لتفرج عن مياه الشرب

كيف سنغسل موتانا؟

(6)

ولا جديد لدى العروبة

بعد شهر

يلتقي كل الملوك بكل أنواع الملوك

من العقيد إلى الشهيد

ليبحثوا خطر اليهود

أما الآن

فالأحوال هادئة تماما مثلما كانت

وإن الموت يأتينا

بكل سلاحه الجوي والبري والبحري

مليون انفجار في المدينة

وأمريكا على الأسوار

تهدي كل طفل لعبة للموت عنقودية

يا هيروشيما العاشق العربي

أمريكا هي الطاعون

والطاعون أمريكا

نعسنا.. أيقظتنا الطائرات

وصوت أمريكا

وأمريكا لأمريكا

وهذا الأفق أسمنت لو حسن الجو

نفتح علبة السردين تقصفها المدافع

نحتمي بستارة الشباك.. تهتز البناية

تقفز الأبواب

أمريكا وراء الباب

نمشي في الشوارع باحثين عن السلامة

من سيدفننا إذا متنا؟

Monday, April 16, 2007


I stood up, got dressed, left the house, bought Lana a bouquet of pink roses, headed to the graveyard, I sat next to her, she still as beautiful as she was always, I talked to her, told her every thing I’ve since she left, she was shocked, she didn’t respond, I could feel her gazes passe through my body, I told her how much do I miss her, I told her about Muntaser, and that we broke up, I begged her to forgive me, I didn’t mean to take him from you Lana, it just happened, but I am now punished, I am left with pain and loneliness, but I don’t mind the pain, I am paying back for what I did.

Monday, April 09, 2007

i found my self waiting for his calls

and i knew he would never call me again... shall I accept the reality till it changes?

Sunday, March 25, 2007

Nights of the Air

It was Ramadan, I don’t remember who was there with me then, but I remember that we were a group of friends, I was the mutual friend of all of them, they were about 12 different persons, of different minds, attitudes and nationalities, most of them didn’t like each other, I was the only woman among them all, trying to talk to all of them fearing that one of them would get pissed off with the other, they kept on going and coming each according to the free time he has, I don’t remember the faces or what we talked about.

I remember Hamza and Ali, the last too men standing with me, we left the street café minutes before the morning’s prayer, a friend of Ali was walking with- he wanted to catch a cap, he should be home, it’s too late, his parents called him. The three of us looked for an opened restaurant for a pre fasting day snack, we found one in Al falaki square, and we were the only 3 there. A simple dirty one, Liam took me to once, I like his pies, the waiters there are the cooks, no smile no certain impression is on their faces. The summer was leaving and the breeze is colder, Hamze and Ali discussed a lot of things, Ali is from Iraq, a great little gentleman, he knows a lot, I listened to their conversations, a transparent screen was keeping me from them, I watched them like watching a cinema film, the Air was carrying their voice, I knew I was listening, but I also knew that I wished to have such a conversation with you, I wished to sit late at night at the pavement with you.

You visited my dreams few nights ago; Shireen told me that we have no other chance, that you are ways behind me now, that you enjoyed no success in your life since we broke up, that your life is fucked and that you need forgiveness, it’s not me who curses your life, I forgave you before I knew that I did, how can I hold any feelings against you? You taught me what life is, you taught me that you are my life and I should work hard, though I know you will never be in my life again, I took all chances, and all words were said. All I have now is your memory brought back to me every night with breeze, with Nights of the Air

Monday, March 19, 2007

Does he feel it's broken?

He asked me once, why does the Arabic translation look less in size than the original English text? Did you miss any sentence? Did you ignore lines?

I answered: because it’s too different languages, too different ways of expression.

Does he understand that they are too different worlds: English and Arabic.

That was the problem always, it’s and will always be, we are too different creatures and will always have different interpretation, understanding for morals, feelings, laws and world's regulations.

Why are we convinced that the same God created us? How come that the blond, white, blue eyes male comes from the same factory where the coloured, dark skin, brown eyes female came? How come that a machine which produced curly dark hair would produce blond straight hair? What are the genes? Aren’t they what we inherit from those ppl who came first from the same factory of white male and coloured female?

Why Olmert who is as white as Abbas is considered white while Abbas is coloured? What makes Olmert more human than Abbas, and Wisman more respected than Arafat? Aren’t they products of the same factory? Who runs the factory? Who controls the production line? Who wrapped those products? Is it the wrapping which matters? And if they stood naked against each other would they become equal? Let’s have a 'naked' auction, no labels, no wrappings, no ribbons, no flags and no pre set prices, just naked participants, one condition- close the factory.


Friday, March 16, 2007

The wall is bigger and higher than what we think

I work for Right-to-enter campaign; I receive weekly tens of denied-entry cases, the campaign is doing a tremendous work to reach a clear law of who are allowed to enter and trying to facilitate it, I was reading Nadia’s story of her repetitive entry denial, she’s a Chilean- Palestinian woman, her only violation in the Israeli’s eyes is her will to live in this country- her country, Palestine, knowing that she followed the regulations and renewed her visa at the time of its expiration. This story is repeated over and over with all the Palestinians of foreign nationals.

Last week I was chaperoning a German delegation who are traveling across Palestine 67 and Palestine 48 in their attempt to write and publish a book about Palestine “journey to Jerusalem”, Laura- the coordinator of Right to education campaign at the university of Bier Zeit received us there, we had the chance to talk to students from different departments of the University, Ahmad talked about his experience on the check points and how hard it was to travel daily from Jenin to Bier Zeit, he ended up living in Bier Zeit- Ramallah, in the way to Bier Zeit-Ramallah the traveler should cross Za’tara check point, which controls the travelers from Nablus, Jineen and Tulkarem who are heading to Ramallah, this check point was a small crossing point with few soldiers checking the travelers IDs.

Recently the IOF are expanding the check point to become a big crossing point as the ones on boarders, Ahmed told me that the plan is to control not only the travelers but to issue permits to those who are residents of a certain city and heading to a different one, (e.g. Nablus residents should show the reasons of their visit to Ramallah to get a permit)!! While logically this procedure is not needed as Ramallah and Nablus are considered area A which makes them cities of the PA and cities of the same country- since when do citizens need a permit to visit a city in “their” country?

The last three days brought me different followed regulations which will be put in force in the Palestinian territories, Noemi- a Swiss friend who studies Arabic in Bier Zeit university was inquiring about the new interpretation of the CoGAT letter which organizes the entry to Israel “Palestine and Palestine 48”, what she was inquiring about is the visa or visiting permit that any visitor of a foreign national passport to the Palestinian Authority territories should apply to, in order to visit these territories, to find out that this regulation is applied only on Palestinians of foreign national..

The wall is bigger and higher than what we think, it lies on our chests and surrounds each and every Palestinian, whether he has the Palestinian ID or not, first the wall was constructed to separate the Palestinian state from the “Israeli” one, and now it’s expanding to separate the Palestinian state from the Palestinian state… and we submit!!

Where’s the Palestinian Authority from this? What solutions do they provide? What is the point of all negotiation attempts if we are the weak party?

Tuesday, February 06, 2007

I commited a crime

I committed a crime, crimes, but honestly I want to give up, I want!!

Monday, December 25, 2006

why do you keep leaving?



Do you remember when I apologized for leaving you behind?

Lana... why did you do that, why did you leave us behind now? You didn't give us the time to say goodbye, you gave us time only for grieving and sadness, I visited you yesterday; you were as beautiful as always... I didn't know what to say...

I just remembered how happy you were always, how much you loved life, that you like high heels, pink, Greece salad and you used to take away the black olives, pour dressing all over it and never eat it, that you love "secret crush".

You were sad sometimes and avoided people, now the people you avoid are wishing to see you even if you still prefer to avoid them.

Just come back, I would do any thing, anything to see smiling again... Lana


Monday, December 04, 2006

This will destroy my lungs one day

She asked me if I smoke.
"Yes, I do"

She asked me for a cigarette, I offered her one and my lighter, she left to the next door to smoke it, she said she doesn't smoke much but she feels like smoking.
"but it's not good and you have a hard cough" she added before she left the room.
"I know, but I am terribly sick".

Friday, December 01, 2006

my heart is aching for you

I went for a walk with my uncle and Yasmin, we walked all Rafeedia street, I didn’t walk in that street since 4 months or so, I was happy first to walk there again, many places changed, disappeared or replaced, new shops, restaurants and cafes.

We continued to the University street, the one I walked with him many times, it was a sweet memory first, then an awful one, here we walked, and we were together then, you were talking and I am listening, I jumped around you, and loved you there, I loved watching you next to me, longing to take my hand, but we can’t because it’s not accepted in this city, you were next to me and I couldn’t touch you or love you more.

Walking there brought me back to you, everything here drags me to you, reminds me of how much I loved you and how much I hurt you, I did hurt you, I was scared because I knew you will leave me and I was concerned about giving you to save my heart suffering after you do.

I passed by your house, I was there once, sorry, I didn’t love you as you deserve, my love was immature, shy and scared. Now and I know how to love you, how to treat you, but it’s too late, too late to love you again, cherish you, and make you as happy as I can and you want.

One thing I will never stop and regret, loving you endlessly.

Wednesday, November 29, 2006

Bayya3 el ward


Sa2alni beyya3 el ward: ba3du be7ebek ba3d? shu baddi 2ool.

Jawabtu la bayya3 el ward ba3du albi 3al wa3d w howe mash’3ool

Wada3ni w ra7 safar la la ma ra7 safar, bukra byerja3 aktar w aktar y2ademli wrood… 3ala tool

Nadahni be 3ez e layl, dakhlak 5aberni ya leel keef badi nam,

Hamasli men tani mayl raje3 ‘3anelek ya layl w hani el eyyam

Wada3ni w ra7 safar la la ma ra7 safar, bukra berja3 aktar aktar y2ademli wrood 3ala tool.

Sa2alni beyya3 el ward: ba3du be7ebek ba3d? shu baddi 2ool.

Jawabtu la bayya3 el ward ba3du albi 3al wa3d w howe mash’3ool

Wada3ni w ra7 safar la la ma ra7 safar, bukra byerja3 aktar w aktar y2ademli wrood… 3ala tool

I recived his e-mail

5 years now since I knew Ala, it was a strange meeting for a person who will be one of my closest friends for 5 years. We went through a lot together, success, failure, happiness, sadness, made same friends and shared same feelings, and above all same office and same program.

Zajel Youth Exchange Program, many participants came and left, we observed their success and their departure. We watched Zajel growing up together, Zajel was a part of me, a part you torn up from my heart, once I had a fight with a friend when he said: F… Zajel if it will touch my dignity!! I protest, I explained what is Zajel, Zajel is above all feelings, we don’t own zajel, zajel owns us, and we are all for it.

Zajel was an illusion, I gave Zajel all I could give, Zajel was my home, I only feels me there.

Ala you sent me a nasty e-mail, I read the nastiest thing ever, I was shocked, angry, disgust was dominating my feelings. I wanted to reply right away, I couldn’t, your e-mail left me speechless.

How could you blame me for choosing my freedom? All the claims in your e-mail are void and you know that, you were contradicting yourself and I am ashamed to say that you were negating all what you call for. Why?

That I went to Cairo? That I traveled to USA without your approval? That I left RC and was almost going back? Many things we discussed when we were in USA and you were giving me flipping answers.

One day will write you back, your e-mail will remain unanswered but one day I will write you back and you will see that you were mistaken dumping a friend. If you just remembered how close we were and how much did I support you and believed in you, you will understand, remember, no on e has no mistakes!

Monday, November 20, 2006

I am at yasmin’s house, she is writing her CV in Frensh and I am helping, she’s looking for a job, 4 months now since she got married, I miss her at the house, each room and each corner holds our memories, I can’t forget!! I can’t enjoy anything at the house any more.

She’s on the phone, her friend from Nablus called, I’m watching her, she’s a beautiful doll, I just love her endlessly, sometimes I feel she’s my daughter, the daughter I want to have and I will never have, maybe god gave her to me because I will never have this daughter.

I enjoy watching her moving around in her pretty house, doing the house work slowly, sitting on the dining table- tired. She gives me life, motive to survive and carry on.

Ian once told me it’s good for me that she will leave and marry Bashar, otherwise I won’t proceed in my life and leave the house.

Sunday, November 12, 2006

Ali writes for saddam

صبرك يا أسد وراك اشبال ....

وعيونك قلبي عليك مثل النار ....

عراقي وراح اخذلك الثار ....

مبروك عليك الشهاده ومبروك عليهم العار ....

يامن تحدى وصرخ بكل عزم واصرار ....

واسمك رفعته وجرى بدمي انهار ....

وخانوك وانت الوفى ياسيد الدار ....

وسموه تحرير والكل يدري احتلال ....

وين الوطن صفه كل يوم تروح اجيال ....

يابو عدي وقصي والله ونعم الرجال ....

لو مو مشنقه لو مليون حكم اعدام ....

تبقى الوطن ياصقر تبقى البطل صداااااااام ....


علي العبيدي

Saturday, November 11, 2006

do you understand this? it sounds like a stupid love!


Ah ba3ed e laiali wel ayyam men shou2i elik
Wallah ezay yhoon 3aleek kol shai2 felbu3d

Ah bashta2lak ya ‘3ali enta feen bandah 3aleek
Wallah wa7ashouni kteer 3enek ma32ool nseet el wa3d

Kan 7obbi leik be sneen b3ad w ‘3yab
W han albi 3aleek termeeh ben nar w 3azab

Erga3 leiya khlas mush ader 7abibi
Rud be ayy kalam law ader 7abibi

Walalh ba7ebu w hafdal a7ebu 7abibi
Arrab khali l bu3dak akher 7abibi

Ah ba3ed e layali wel ayyam men shu2i elaik
Wallah ezay yhoon 3aleek kol shai2 fel bu3d…

Fat ad eih wala youm edert ansak
W leeh e dunya leeh ya 7abibi b3eed wa5dak

Ana mush ader 3ala nesyanak 7abibi
Meen fe dunya 7ayemla makanak 7abibi

Wallah ba7ebu w hafdal a7ebu 7abibi
Nefsi arta7 been a7danak 7abibi

Ah ba3ed e layali Wel ayyam men shu2i elek
Wallah ezay yhoon 3aleek kol she2 fel bu3d!

Wednesday, October 18, 2006

Exile


The panel was about exile, I enjoyed it, the presenter talked about a gay author exiled in and outside his country.
The third paper was boring I even don't remember what it was about, I walked out and many thoughts were burning in my head, I am exiled, at my country, house and even with my friends and the people I love.

I walked out and didn't know where to go; I can't leave the place of the panels, I have to stay for the next one, but I was exiled and have a strong will of escaping and being transparent, I don't want to be seen or see any one.

I found my self at the rest room, no one was there, all were in there panels, Marriot hotels rest room!! I stood there alone watching the walls; God knows what thoughts I had in mind then, all what I remember was you dominating my mind and thoughts- for the rest of my life you will because I loved you and I love you and I will always love you.

Wednesday, October 04, 2006

"ASYLUM FOR MANKIND"

Ever since the Age of Discovery, Europeans have viewed the New World as a haven for the victims of religious persecution and a dumping ground for social liabilities. Marilyn C. Baseler shows how the New World’s role as a refuge for the victims of political, as well as religious and economic, oppression gradually devolved on the thirteen colonies that became the United States. She traces immigration patterns and policies to show how the new American Republic became an “asylum for mankind.”
Baseler explains how British and colonial officials and landowners lured settlers from rival nations with promises of religious toleration, economic opportunity, and the “rights of Englishmen,” and identifies the liberties, disabilities, and benefits experienced by different immigrant groups. She also explains how the exploitation of slaves, who immigrated from Africa in chains, subsidized the living standards of Europeans who came by choice.American revolutionaries enthusiastically assumed the responsibility for serving as an asylum for the victims of political oppression, according to Baseler, but soon saw the need for a probationary period before granting citizenship to immigrants unexperienced in exercising and safeguarding republican liberty. Revolutionary Americans also tried to discourage the immigration of those who might jeopardize the nation’s republican future. Her work defines the historical context for current attempts by municipal, state, and federal governments to abridge the rights of aliens.

Reviews
"[W]ell researched. . . . Recommended for undergraduates and above."--Choice"Baseler's study of immigration policy will be sought out by historians and graduate students and is likely to stand as an authoritative treatment of the notion of American Asylum."--Journal of American History"Baseler skillfully weaves her close examination of British mercantile thought and American republican rhetoric into a detailed analysis of the immigration policies that shaped the settlement of early America. The result is a fresh account of the original debates on immigration's role in American society.
The book is suitable for graduate students and upper-level undergraduates, but should appeal to all readers interested in the origins of American immigration policy and the complex and contested images of the American asylum."--Philip Otterness, Perspectives on Political Science. Fall, 1999."[Baseler] addresses in thoughtful and persuasive ways the extent to which the promise of freedom and opportunity was realized in the lives of American immigrants. Complex motives and ambiguous effects constitute the fundamental theme of this balanced and comprehensive study...
This is a valuable, compelling, and highly recommended study."--James H. Kettner, University of California, Berkeley, The Annals of the American Academy. November, 1999."Richly documented, well written, and systematically argued, . . . Baseler's study of the colonial and revolutionary years offers new insights into America's role in the Atlantic world."--Nonald MacRaild, Immigrants and Minorities. March, 1999."This study establishes the primacy of the colonial period in laying the foundation for America's subsequent experience with immigration. . .
In dense and often fascinating detail, she locates the origin of the idea of America as asylum in seventeenth-century England."--American Historical Review. April, 2000."Asylum for Mankind succeeds admirably as a political and intellectual analysis of migration policy in Britain and the new American republic. It is a book that, in filling an interpretive gap, has also opened up a new range of questions about the initial populating of the United States."--James A. Henretta, University of Maryland. Journal of Social History, Fall 2000"[R]eaders will find this work valuable...The book is notable for its range, its assiduous references to recent scholarship, and its orientation to the Atlantic world...[T]hought-provoking."--Anita Tien.
William and Mary Quarterly, January 2001

About the Author
Marilyn C. Baseler is currently Assistant Professor of History at the University of Texas at Austin.

I damn you out of my shame

"You in my mortified soul, made your bed and domain, abhorrence, to whom I'm bound, as the convict to the chain, as the drunkard to the jug, as the gambler to the game, as the vermin to the corpse, I damn you out of my shame"
It tastes like shit, but I need it; I feel anger in my teeth and muscles, Someone rang the bell and waited a bit, he didn't move to open the door, the second rang was angry but he didn't move.
I feel like destroying something around me. This is the third cigarette in a row: it tastes good now.

Monday, September 11, 2006

I had a dream


Last night I didn't sleep well... I remember I woke up maybe each 1 hour or less, and I had a dream, so wired and so indescribable.

I was walking in an opened area, I don't remember trees or buildings or anything, I started to walk faster because I could feel someone's steps are following me…I didn't turn my face and I kept walking, after few minutes I decided to turn my face and I saw tens of people following me, all kind of people with all feelings, some looked at me with anger, others with fear, hatred, love… all kind of feelings and all were trying to catch or touch me. Some managed to touch me and OMG any one's hands that touches me melt or burn!! No one could hold his grip on me!!
Few minutes later I found my self in a big bus holding a beautiful baby in my arms- it's not mine, it was so beautiful and peaceful, I was trying to keep it close to me, I knew inside that it was so weak and I should protect though it looks so healthy, I was talking slowly to people and asking them to do the same, I was watching out that no one speaks loud coz the baby might be frightened or maybe sleeping!!
It was a boy but I gave it a girly name that I can't remember.

Wednesday, August 23, 2006

It hurts when a person counts…


When one and three exists but not two… when you realize that you are the "two" that never existed!!

Tuesday, August 01, 2006

I miss you guys

"The eyes are the windows of the soul" Jacob today asked me about the brown eyes, Adam's eyes talks a lot also!!


When we were drawing the map of the world it was fun, Nuno is very neat and knows how to make simple ideas great ones!!
All of us almost worked on this, I did at the last day, all were amazing, Holly's voice, Rory's frown, Madlen's laugh from time to time, Adam's annoying and adorable remarks :D

Adam was using the red paint when he asked me to draw any thing and he draw a nice red heart, we were working in the sun, I got sun burn but where the heart was I didn't and still I have a white non burned shaped heart on my arm!!
Mark also draw a girl a little green one- amazing Mark!! The girl also still drawn by the non burned skin on the other arm!!

By the time I will lose those 2 nice drawing but I will always have it burned in my soul!!

Thursday, June 29, 2006

قد لا أكون يوما كل ما حلمت به
ولكني أريدك أن تعرف أني يوما حلمت بك
وان تعرف أني خفت منك ومن كل ما يعيدني إليك
علمت روحي أن تهواك وترضى بأسوار تضربها حولي ويوما لم ترضى بالأسوار
وأنت تعلم أكثر مني فانا منك وأنت مني
فلماذا فتحت لي الأبواب؟
ولماذا نسيت انك عاهدتني أني للعمر سجينة؟
وانك أنت سجاني؟
ووعدتني أني سأخسر رهاني؟
و ها انأ ذا ربحت وكم تمنيت أن اخسر
ووعدتني أني سأخسر رهاني؟
و ها انأ ذا ربحت وكم تمنيت أن اخسر

Sunday, June 25, 2006

Time with Zajel's is a time of celebration to me, a small party at the office, a gathering at the restaurant next to the University any place with Ala, Mira, Fawwaz, Wafa, Jihad… is heaven.

Last Thursday was different " music without boarders" where the band playing music that evening at the new theatre and we all where waiting this event.
The first time ever when I was dressing up for the concert I had that feeling of deep loneliness, that me going to this concert is pointlessm I dropped my hands staring at my face in the mirror and wondering why would I go? with all Zajel'z around me and close friends I felt like I need a more close person, someone who is attached to my soul, to taste and enjoy this music with me.
At 6:30 we were all there. Zajel's are receiving people at the entrance, and I stood with them and chatted a bit and laughed and watched people entering, Jalal was great, leading people to their seats and I was laughing and chatting with Wafa and Fawwaz. Mira was moving here and there.

At last the concert started at 7:15, we were seated and waiting, the hall was completely filled and people were waiting, the music started and the musicians were controlling us with their music and singing sometimes, the conductor of the band has a great voice with which he can lift us to the highest levels of excitement or to the deepest levels of sadness, music from different parts of the words were played and many languages I could only distinguish were sang.

With All the Zajel's around me and close friends next to me a feeling of deep loneliness was increasing, the music was soul and heart blowing, the more it became great and exciting the more I felt the need for someone to share me this pleasure and taste the music with me.
A huge emptiness and a wide distance was separating me from every one around me, was it the music or me??

Wednesday, June 21, 2006

The image was perfect last night...i could feel you...i could see you i even could smell your skin.

Friday, June 09, 2006

Every thing was unique, brilliant and out there… It's all burnt in my mind… It will take me for ever to start waking up without your faces in my mind… At the checkpoint of Nablus we stuck in the jam, I was behind him and 6 persons were in between, and he turned his face… for few seconds I asked my self: "I saw this face before! Where?" It's Hani… I bet there is something in those eyes reminds me of eyes I met in other parallel life!


And the brown eyes fades away again…

Tuesday, May 30, 2006

متعب أنا

وقلت من جديد :ليس عندي فرح أعلنه ..
فتنحى عن طريقي..
تحطم القنديل الصغير..
وتكسرت الشموع ..
ليس عندي فرح أجمعه..
صدقوني..متعب أنا

Thursday, May 04, 2006


"Too much make up you are using today" he said

Well- i didn't feel that it was so, or that i meant to when i was getting ready to the concert.
Then I asked my self: is it a mask to hide my face?
Am I using colors to hide the sadness in my face and drive them gaze at the bright colors instead of the bale and dark colors in my eyes?
i knew that it was so clear in my eyes and all can read it easily!!!

Wednesday, May 03, 2006

حبيبتي رحلت

حبيبتي رحلت
كزجاجة عطر تتكسر...رحلت
كـأقول بروج تتلألأ...رحلت
كقصيدة شعر ما اكتملت...رحلت
كنسائم أيار الرائعة...رحلت
كالامواج تنحسر عن شاطئها...رحلت
كرمال تنساب من ساعاتي...رحلت
رحلت حبيبتي...رحلت

Sunday, April 30, 2006

keep it

When it's so blank and I'm washed away into oceans of different feelings, all I think about is listening to you talking and watching you moving around slowly, working o ur computer, heading to the fridge, back with a glass of water, pause then sit again and resume work.
I love watching you and hearing you talking even if I'm not listening just your voice flow.

Saturday, April 29, 2006

Outrage

I asked him to choose

"Yasyousa no comment about ur email! i want u both u decide"

Friday, April 28, 2006

for you

Just for you and you know that it's just you.

Tuesday, April 25, 2006

Never Leave Me

You promised me not to be Brad and not to make me Elian but you lied again and again.

You are Bard and I will end up Elain.

Sunday, April 23, 2006

am i big enough to go ahead and forget?


i won't stop at the bad things it's time to remember all the good things, good times, happiness, joy, help you gave me.
i will always remember that you were always there for me, supported me always.
i will always remember how much close we were and how happy I'm to have you next to me for a while.
i will always celebrate March 14th

first Asem and now Luai though he promised not to die and leave me alone

Who sets that policy and insures applying it?

Who says that we should lose to feel the value of what we lost
Am I paying back?

Once a guy who just met me read my hand palm and told me that I will choose losing and I will grieve till my life ends. I chose losing? He chose losing? But I lost.

The first part of the omen is fulfilled will I live the second? I don't want I wish I can take it out and just forget how feelings feel.

Wednesday, April 12, 2006

yalla come back Asem

Almost forty days…Asem didn’t pass by the office, I’m not sure if he’s ok…his phone is turned off… maybe we should call him home.

Today is his first memorial… then he has gone!!! It’s true? No I still feel him around, I’m not sad and why should I? Asem is gonna show up this afternoon at his memorial and he will help us preparing to the event, rush to the auditorium with his Camera, this will help him to lose few grams.
Nothing can be said but I’m sure it’s all about me and you…all of you made of nothing… leads to nothing and absolutely fills no place…
We walk and the wind blows the prints away… when you think you might be there the mirror reflects nothing but the scene behind you and you keep staring, looking for your face and this shows a better and clearer image of the scene behind you till you forget that you are looking for you in that image and you admire the beauty behind if it exists.
Time passes and you faint.

Monday, April 10, 2006

I do

No love no glory…
No hero in her skies…
I can't take my mind of you

The ultimate happiness can be blown away with one word, and then a stream of memories.
Very busy days can't take my thoughts somewhere else, I did my best I worked and dedicated my self to many things hoping to forget and to see happiness in other eyes, still can't take it out of my mind.
Still I don't know is it a destiny or punishment.

I will go to Cairo for 8 days next month, was so happy almost flying, then all of a sudden I thought will it taste the same? Smell the same?
Alone
Sad
Worried
Not sure of any thing
Missing my self
And maybe happy

Sunday, March 19, 2006

He told me

Long time we didn’t talk me and Hamza, today we did we played games and discussed many things, catched up with each other’s news.
He said: “Do you know what I love about you the most? That you love people the way they are with out any preferences”

Sunday, March 12, 2006

Still No One Sent Me The Message

It was Thursday 9 pm when Hani called me, started by apologizing for calling me that late, he said it’s urgent “look Yusra I’m sorry to call that late, but Asem passed away” I didn’t believe what he said, I repeated the same question many time: “are you sure? Are you at the hospital?”

He’s dead, still I can’t believe it, I called Ala’ to make sure, he was crying, I asked him to figure out how true is the news I received, I called Mira… no one told her, Ala sent her a message saying that Asem is in danger, I told her he’s dead.
She couldn’t believe, she said: “you are mistaken Ala’ said he’s just in danger.” I repeated what Hani told me many times without understanding what I’m saying, and then I kept calling all Zajel’s hoping that one of them tells me it’s fake. And messaging all the international friends who knew Asem: “Asem passed away”
Shawn was the first one to SMS me back.

I kept waiting a call to tell me that it was all a mistake and he’s alive. No one did yet.
I cried and paused and waited and discussed, I couldn’t sleep.
Ian sent me a message: “very sad…what can we say? What can we know? Who next? It could be us. This alone is reason enough to fight sadness with all our strength.”
I always liked your words, and how you evaluate and describe things, but this time your words were pale and week, less than the situation, or the situation was bigger than words.

What sadness? That I lost Asem, I just want him back I don’t want to fight any thing, I just want Asem back, I want Luai back, he’s mine I can’t see him with any one else, how can I fight sadness and I lost you-Ian!!!

10, 11, 12, 1. 2 was the last number I read on my watch. I think I fill asleep, at 4 I woke up again, I called Luai, the phone rang four times, it seems he’s asleep, I hanged up, seconds later he called, he said he wasn’t asleep, I told him, he never heard of Asem he didn’t know what to say, I told him I’m going to Hebron, he said: I might get engaged. I paused, my voice changed, he felt what is inside, I protested, refused to believe, asked him to repeat it many times, and then it’s true.
I asked “why?”
He said: I’m bored”
“Then go for a walk!”
I’m going crazy, “I don’t care I said, go marry her”, I lied, he knew.
“You are the first thing I told her about”
“What did you tell her?”
“Every thing”
“What did she say?”
“Nothing!”
I know we are in love-more than in love, I know I wasn’t better than him, I know that I want him and he wants me, I know that I breathe his love, I know that I can’t survive if he’s not on the same surface with me.
He’s not mine now but Asem is dead, he said cry, I said: “ma beddi, ana bedi Asem back”, it was a nice night with two deep injuries, and I was bleeding.

We talked and talked, we revised all our memories, he asked me to send him a kiss, I refused, he asked me again, I did, many strange feelings.
He questioned me about Ian, he wanted to know all the details of the relation we had, I did, I answered all his questions unconsciously, and I asked him: “why are you doing this? It’s not funny!!”
“I want to know”
“You are making all the beautiful memories I have with him seem ugly, I don’t want to continue this”
He responded.

Mean while I said “have to hang up the phone I must get ready, I’m going to Hebron in an hour” he begged me “don’t go, too dangerous”, I said “no I want to go”
I lied; I told him its work, while it was a choice.
“Take care” he said.

In my way to Hebron, in the bus, they are all talking, shouting and singing, I and Ala are messaging
“I’m at the hospital, we will burry him today”
“Are you sure he’s dead? Please find out and tell me, his smiley face still in my mind”
“He’s cold, I’m in the morgue, I kissed him, and he’s cold, once we had a friend called Asem”
I cried silently.

“We are walking towards Hwara check point to bury him in his Village”
“Why? Don’t!!! he would be alone there, all his friends and family are here”
“This is his family will”
“The Israelis stopped us, they detained his brothers”
“Still detained? Tell me? Did they let you pass?”
“We crossed Hwara, we are heading to his village”
A while later, Jalal called, he was crying, I also asked him again if Asem is dead, I asked him to pass him my salam and that I missed him already.
I cried again silently, I was sitting by the window, turned my face to face the window, we were entering Hebron then, at its checkpoint, a soldier was staring at me, and I stared back; crying.

Tomorrow we will go to Ramallah-five day’s course, Mira, Ala and me, Ala doesn’t want to come, Mira is not sure, me and Mira decided to go later, we can share the pain, we did.
At the Red Crescent car I saw Ala standing in a long queue to reach the soldier on Hwara check point, Mira is a head in the women queue, I passed, I arrived to Ramallah at 9:20, the course started at 9, I went to the bank, to withdraw money, the system is changed, come tomorrow, I went to the seminar at Best Eastern hotel.
The day was good, Mira was there already, Ala arrived an hour and a half late, and he messaged me earlier that if he could make it to the seminar before the day ends he will take me the national arts center.

Mira left after the seminar-at four to Nablus, me and Ala went to visit some cultural places, we talked about many things, Asem, theatre, memories, school, friends, love, relations and family.
We called Seif, he was at the net café, we met him there, at 9 An-najah National University radio is playing a program were they talked about many things and Asem, Saed’s speech on his grave…he was crying, I listened to the speech, I was talking to Luai, he did my test he just got five correct answers, I emailed him earlier that you missed five however I want to shout: Ba7ebak.
He said: shout!!!
“Ma bedi”
“Why”
“Because no one cares for my feelings, you all walk away”
He protested: “you lost a lot but make sure you will never lose me”

we left at ten, we had a walk, then to the hotel, each in his room alone, Ala sent me a message we kept sending back and forth for a while, I watched Friends, while watching I called Luai, I said some crazy stuff, I don’t remember every thing, I just remember I wished he’s next to me, holding me till I fall asleep. We kept talking till the duration of my credit.
The next 4 days were good, we agreed that Asem is not dead, his body was dead since long time but his soul is not, he did things can be done by a 60 years old person, when he’s 60 I will say he’s dead.
And this how it’s going now, we some times laugh when talking about him.

At 11 I sent Ian a birthday message, he’s 34, I still remember how busy was that week last year, still remember each word said, each look we exchanged, all the feelings we had, he sms me back around 2 I think.

Luai called me at the last night in Ramallah, it was 2am I think, we talked and talked, I felt much better, 5 days ago I had 2 injuries, and at that night both were healed, Luai is back and mine again even if he got married, we will never split and even if I did we will never split, Mira was awake, she heard a part of our talk.

After these 5 days I realized that we lose to gain, we lose people to meet new ones, we were 20 persons at that seminar, 5 of them looked like famous characters:
Mohammed= Sa’d al hareri
Muna= Condoleezza rays
Mutasem= Simpsons
Maha= Opera
Tahani= Mary Slayman

So opened and nice people, still Asem is not around and Luai is getting involved with another woman, Ian is walking away, Mira is closer, Ala can be sensitive and romantic sometimes, still waiting a message that Asem is alive, I revealed many things to her of last year.

Wednesday, March 01, 2006

At 3ala's wedding...by Shawn Duffy

Court

When I went to the court for the Passport as I have to do the oath and obtain some stamps, I met one of Doebbler’s students, Mazen. That guy is so polite but sometimes annoying I always didn’t like when he stops me and starts talking each answer starts a new question with him!!!

I met him at the court, he’s a lawyer, I was so scared he helped me a lot showed me where to go, used his connections to get the stamp without doing the oath.

Sometimes I conceder meeting Doebbler a curse, but that day it wasn’t.

Saturday, February 25, 2006

2

I went to the ministry of interior, I got it, I was shivering and watching all people’s eyes, any one knows me here?

When I had it in my hands wow I cant tell how happy I was.
Hamze said you look tired but victorious!!!

Asem

Wednesday, 6 pm Ala sent me a message Asem opened his eyes, talked to me on the phone, I’m so excited, going to meet him”

I was near to flying when reading this sms.
A few minutes later Mira sms me “what about visiting Asem, to see us will help him a lot”
Thursday. 11 am, Jihan, Mira and me heading to the hospital, Asem is transferred from the ACU, Jihad was there in his room, we entered the room, not sure of what we will find, we first met his eyes, he smiled so his eyes, when his mom sw us she said “ah now I know why he smiled” I could tell how happy he was to see us all around, his mom asked him “can you recognize them?” he murmured “Yusra…Mira” then Jihan appeared he smiled “Hajje!!” he was so happy we talked and blamed him for leaving us 25 days scared and tensed!!! He smiled… a pale smile, his beard was long, and his face is too tired.
I couldn’t take my eyes away, is it true? Is that Asem the lively guy we know? It’s just unconceivable to see ppl you love and you used to talk with-DISABLED- and you doubt if they even can see you or recognize you!!!

Tuesday, February 21, 2006

1


I started executing my plan, it just needs time and patience, the first part was the hardest because it doesn’t depend on me only, but on many people who shouldn’t know why I’m doing that for!!!
The court part was scary, go sign this paper, stamp it form here, then you should stand before the judge-that was the scariest- do the oath :S
Luckily the judge signed my paper without calling me for the oath!!!
I didn’t have to lie and that relieved me kteeeeeeeeeeer.

Tuesday, February 14, 2006

Valentine Day they said

yesterday was one of the worst days ever, Asem is out of the coma but... a palsy in his feet and he lost the ability to talk!!!
Owen is leaving to work in Beeth lehem for good, we didn't spend a long time together but i feel that he's close to me!!!
i think that me and Ian reached a dead end, i also don't think that our friendship will follow the same path now on specially after yesterday's call and text message!!!

it's all coming back to me all the bad things in my short life is catching up with me 'while i have enough problems for the moment.
i feel like crying but I'm trying not to, i don't want to be week again, besides crying won't give me any thing back r relief me any more.

time is a torture!!! days and nights are nightmares.

i will keep asking this question with a slight difference; is 5 months a long time?
but this time no one will resopond...
i think i will go back to my old strategy, living in the memories, having my own world and stay away of people's infections.

Monday, February 13, 2006

i sent him to read the last thing i posted here
and this was his comment:

i read it, i tried to write a comment there, bas balsh there.
i wish i can take you away of this horrible life conditions, to spain, and to andalucia in particular to sit next the fountain and under the big tree there where no sound and no people. just the light of the moon and the sound of some dafade3 and the leafs of the trees, where branches touch the ground and nothing could make you upset or angry , do u know why? because there are no human being there. this is the soul of life dear""

Sunday, February 12, 2006

.....

اشتد القيظ و ما عاد السير على الارصفة يجدي
لا السير على الاسفلت الأسود يجدي
ولا الطرق على الأبواب الخشبية يجدي
وكل بما اختار رهين الا انتم لم تختاروا
وعلى مائدة السلاطين
بالورق الأصفر والحبر كان التختيم
حيث الورق الأصفر يؤذي الأصبع
وشريان القلب الأوحد يقطع
وعيون ترقبكم ببراءتكم لا تقنع
ورحى الايام تلوك الأجساد ولا تشبع
فتسقطون حيرى بين المنشقة وبين المبضع
هل تستهوون المنشقة؟
فطبيب الأسر يلوح بالمبضع

صورة

سأرسل لك صورتي في علبة وردية تلون خلفية أحلامي القاتمة
و ساكتب على الخلفية اهداء كما اعتادوا حين يرسلون الرسوم و الهدايا و الصور
سأكتب باحرف كبيرة "أحبك" بكل لغة تعلمتها و سأبدأ بالغة التي علمتني اياها
سأكتب بحروف رمادية ليس لأني رمادية المعالم، بل لان الحروف ستزول حين تلمسها أناملك الجافة
ستزول لانها كتبت بالرصاص كما كتب حبي في قلبك
ستمحى كما محيت أنا من صدرك الدافيء
وستغيب من ذاكرتك حين تصل الى اسمي بعد السطر الأخير
لأني يوما لم أحفر في تلك الذاكرة...و لأنك كنت تعلم دوما أني سأظل تلك الحمقاء التي تولّعت بك وبهواك
لا أطلب منك أن تعيد صورتي الى العلبة الوردية
أو ان تضعها داخل اطار داكن على مكتبك الخشبي الصلب
.أو الى جانب رأسك لأغني لك حين تنام.
لكن ترفق بعيني حين تمزق الصورة لأنك فيها
,و لا تلقها في حفرة في ركن الغرفة،أحرقها كما أحرقت قلبي و جعلتني أتنفس الدخان الرمادي الخانق
وعدني أنك يوما لن تذكرني

Thursday, February 09, 2006

Wafa

I don’t remember how did he show up in zajel and how he get closer to the zajels all I remember is that Wafa is a Zajel.

Recently we talk a lot and exchange thoughts and ideas and above all Music.
Well I don’t remember how we get to be friends, but I know that I like talking to him and his funny way of teasing me!!!
He has a nice taste in colors and design which is a bit wired for guys not all of them has it.
I always refused to have kids but deep inside I have a secret wish to have a daughter just one daughter to live all life details with her but after getting to know wafa I want to have a boy exactly like him.

Sunday, February 05, 2006

Rabie3

I wake up this morning and as usual checking my mobile which always sleeps under my pillow for new messages or missed calls, I didn’t find any so I checked the dialled numbers I found Rabie3 number I viewed the details of the call to find that the call lasted for 4:10 minutes but I don’t remember that I talked to Rabee since the feast, then I thought that maybe I did but I don’t remember.

Oops that was a dream I wake up and realized that the previous was a dream, at the same day Rabie3 called me at 7 but I was napping so I didn’t reply. Two days after I called him at the evening we had a short talk, told him about the dream and some other staff, I hanged up then I remembered the dream so curiously I checked the call duration 4:10 minutes is it just a coincidence?!