Nothing Left


I wept buckets last night

I have been investigating Chabad for several years now, after stumbling upon a word “neshomeh”, or “Jewish soul”

Chabad is a very large Jewish supremacist group, extremely wealthy, influential and powerful

Their ideology is held by many of the most influential Jews, like Rothschilds,  Netanyahu, Joseph Lieberman an Michael Chertoff

Chabad’s rebbe, Menachem Schneerson had a personal ambassador to the White House. He was also awarded the Gold Congressional medal, and his birthday is celebrated as the education day in USA for many years. He was also the man behind the introduction and adaption of Noahide Laws by USA government

Yesterday I found the proof of the LINK between CHABAD rebbe and SATANISM

Our world is ruled by satanists

That is the bottom line

WARNING… EXTREMELY DISTURBING videos

Today

My heart, heavy

My soul, hurting

In agony, I weep

Swallowed by a black-hole

Whole

Nothing left,

But a shadow of a weary soul

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I knew there must be a link

Today, I had the proof

Her words, her words

Horrific beyond words

“Nothing left
I would scream
but there is no voice left
I would cry
but there is no tears left
I would fight
but there is no strength left”

* * *

O Most Sublime

Hear her cry

Hear my cry

Help us fight the good fight

Help us heal and help our Home

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Watch out for minute 35-36 in this video

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Tas0kPLy4BU

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Hampstead: Leaked Medical Reports End All Doubt About Sexual Abuse Claims

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Absurdities


BRAINTEASER

Look,

What a viscous “antisemitic” Palestinian apple, trying to bite the poor innocent knife and crunch its bones to pieces

Save the knife from being “ethnically cleansed”

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BRAIN-TWISTER

Zionism is Jewish Nationalism

“israel” is the Jewish state

“israel” is committing Ethnic Cleansing, Genocide, War Crimes and Crimes Against Humanity

BUT

All the above has absolutely nothing to do with Jews, Jewish people, Jewishness or Judaism

OK ?

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Nahida Izzat's photo.

What Women Want ?!


Women want to be women

 

Confident with her femininity,  not a man-like being

 

Women want to dress like a woman, elegant, modest and serene

without being chastised or feeling devalued

 

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Women want to be loving, caring and compassionate

Men around her are a father, a brother, a son, or a friend

Her companion is her love, not her “enemy”

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Women want to complement man, not compete with him

 

Women want  cohesiveness not conflict

 

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Women want to create Life, care for Life,

Protect Life, cherish Life

Not destroy it

 

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Women want to gaze at her newborn

with fondness and endless appreciation

Whisper to her soulmate:

this precious is made from us, for us, our very own miracle

 

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Women want to hold her baby with adoration and devotion

Fill her CV with pride

Job: Mother

Not “Housewife” or “Unemployed”

 

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Women want to play

Adorn the ambiance with joy and laughter

 

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Twirl, glide, sway and dance

with her son or her daughter

 

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Women want to be soft and tender like a petal of a rose

Ocean breeze on a hot summer day

 

Women want to feed the poor, offer bread to the hungry

Kiss the eyes, caress the tearful face of a little girl

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Women want to invade hearts not countries

Embroider of the sweetness of her soul

Mercy and kindness, a warm shawl

Wrap the weak, lonely, lost and vulnerable

 

Women want to plant love all around

Meadows of wild flowers,  scent of paradise

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Women want to spread her soul wings, fly up to heaven

For her beloved, flung its gates wide open

Sprinkle the steep way up with daisies, lilies, lilac and jasmine

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Women want to open her arms wide and embrace the world

Women Want Wonders

 

Women Work Wonders

 

If only you could see

 

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Inspired by:

The Death of Feminism

Anything will do, BUT…


Higgs Boson Seems To Prove That The Universe Doesn’t Exist

 

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First it was all an “accident”

Then it was millions upon trillions upon zillions of “coincidences”

Then it was all “purposelessness”

Then it was “denial of its existence” all together

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Well, well, well

Anything will do

Any absurdity will do

Any amalgamation of words is a theory

Any theory is “science”

As long as

It does not mention a probability of

A Creator,

An Intelligent Designer,

An Awareness

And a meaningful purpose for it all

Got that?

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For no particular reason? Come on


“Who am I?

Where did I come from?

What am I doing here?

And why?”

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Getting “educated”:
Don’t you know your name?
You are “Anne Smith”, “Tom Foster”, or “Jimmy Brown”

You came to this earth from a mum and dad
And if you travel back in time
You’d unearth your ancestors…
A single dismal cell floating in a murky pool of mud

As to why: you came to stay for a while -for no particular reason-
To play… to learn… to work… to earn… to ache… to pain…

And -for no particular reason-
To suffer… and watch others suffer

Then -for no particular reason-
Only to fade away
Into few molecules
Beneath the ground

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Bear in mind… in this crazy world there is only matter; nothing but matter
So nothing really matters
Who ever says otherwise is superstitious… credulous… insecure… irrational
In other words… nothing short of mad

Don’t waste your time philosophising
Chasing hopeless answers for pathetic questions
Seize the moment… grab every chance you can
To play… hunt pleasure… have fun
That is -in truth- the crux of the matter

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“But… but… but what about this heart that sways inside?
Smaller than my fist… greater than the cosmos

What about my thoughts… my consciousness… my mind?
Preceding ancient history… travelling ahead of dreams… surpassing scopes of hope…
Transcending space boundaries…stretching beyond all time …

What about this love I foster?
Colour’s ever green… passion: forest deep…
Vigour: waterfall… taste: honey sweet
Width: ocean azure… length: sky high… breadth: world wide

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Would the infinite turn into nothingness?

Would mayhem produce order and law?

Could oblivion bring into being awareness and consciousness?

And if it’s all purposeless, why live in agony… why exist in vain… why stay at all?”

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Is it me standing on my head, or is it the world upside-down?


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Silent cries of babies dying pierce my ears

Deformed infants born, a nightmare called “life”

Corpses of bleeding whales paint the ocean pink

Lifeless grey trees, trunks chopped and dry

Bees falling dead “we don’t know why!”

Breathless sweet dolphins scattered by the seashore

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Heavy nights descend like bricks

Hidden hands tighten around my neck

I’m breathing mud I’m breathing sand

Is it just me standing on my head?

Or is everything around upside-down?

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Destruction… “conquest” of nature

Radioactive waste… praised as achievement

Robbery in broad day light… a “Historic Achievement”

Progress… a family is no longer mum and dad

Liberty… measured in nudity per cm², put on display

Civilisation…  how many weapons  a nation could amass

Science… a tool of annihilation and a mushroom cloud

Charity… bailout of bankers adding to the trillions in their “empty” coffers

If we don’t give them that, our world would collapse… yes, collapse

Economy… snatching the last piece of bread from a hungry destitute

Financial growth… interest goes up and up, while life goes down

Security… watching every move, recording every word, just to keep us “safe”

Technology… counting every breath, monitoring every dream only just in case

Defence…  watch out, every blink of an eye might be a “secret code”,

 Every social gathering could be a “sleeping cell”, call 999 only just in case

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O dear Beloved God

How could such a small heart

Take all this pain

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All I want to be

Is a flower

or leaf in a tree

Hide forever

Where no one could see

Look up into Heaven

Smile at flying angels

As they smile at me

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Just a thought


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Our quest for JUSTICE through our pursuit of TRUTH is what should keep our intentions pure and our actions noble.

Our passion for humanity, beauty, harmony and equality is what allows love to grow in our hearts unhindered.

Like the Holy Land that is Palestine, it shines with goodness through the pursuit of its people for spiritual truth and by existing in harmony with nature and the pace of nature.

What makes it Holy and so breathtakingly beautiful is its embrace of that which is organic, pure and natural.

Thus, when we align ourselves in full harmony with the epitome of Nature’s Divine Laws, i.e Balance outlined with Beauty, translated in human terms as Justice embraced with Compassion, we become one with all there is.

If we slip, however,  into following the deceptive and oppressive methods of those whom we oppose, we lose the battle and it would be our defeat.

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Once upon a dream


Whenever I finish writing an article or a poem, I think to myself, that’s it now, I have said all what I needed to say, I have poked into wasps nests, divulged forbidden topics and delved into taboos, few are willing to touch.  I have also expressed the very innermost deepest sentiments and thoughts of my being, I am done now. I am ready to depart. Nothing left to say or to write about.

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Lo and behold,

Before I know it

I fall upon a crime

An image of life pulverised

A frozen tear of a beloved child

Stabs my heart

Coils my guts in crazy knots

Rips my soul

Like a dagger piercing into my existence

Like a volcano erupting in my conscience

Like a burning bullet whizzing through my mind

My limbs tremble in agony

My hearts pounds like thunder

I weep of pain

I scream of rage and anger

A poem is born

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Other times,

Wondering in my world

I fall upon a dream

A vision tickles my heart

Melt it away, like butter on a hot tray

Like a baby’s hand

Wrapped around my finger

Like a blanket of stars

Embracing my estrangement

Caressing my wounds

Swaying my soul in an ocean of love

Whispering a lullaby of heaven in my ear

I twirl in dazzlement

Wallow in delight

My heart pounds like thunder

My eyes moisten of joy

My limbs tremble in ecstasy and bewilderment

A poem is born

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About Truth


The pursuit of truths cannot begin with lies,

Like the pursuit of peace cannot begin with wars

Give me honesty, earn my respect

Give me lies, nothing but contempt

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About Truth

A great person is one

Whose constant aim

Is searching for truth

For only in finding truth

Justice can be done

A great person

Becomes greater

If when getting it wrong

Finds no shame

In retreating

Admitting his error

Moving on

However

The Ultimate Truth

Is the lost property

Of the wise

Truth and lies

Lies
like to be groomed

To
be prepared in advance

Artificially
manufactured

Laughable,
not in a funny way

No amount of make-up can hide its ugly face

No trimming or adding can make it flow in lucidity

Still-born,
incoherent, pitiable and frail

Unpleasant
to the ear as much to the heart

TRUTH
however, is spontaneous

Honest, eloquent and natural

It has a power of its own

The glory of truth has the qualities of light

No amount of darkness could kill or obscure

Delicate, sublime, inspiring and pure

Breathtaking
with its splendour

Like
a waterfall;

It
flows gracefully from the heart

Needs
no training for her to shine

Powerful,
relentless, elegant and beautiful

Alhamdulillah

What would you do?


“Why don’t you write about the chaos happening now in the Middle East?”

Some may wonder

“Don’t you have anything intelligent to say in such dreadful times?”

They add

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“Oh YES I do of course I do, I have much to say”

I reply

When you see a person being beaten up by a mob

Could be slaughtered before your eyes

What would you do first?

Do you stop to help him, save his life?

Or do you point at his dirty clothes,

Ask him to get changed first, as you criticise?

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What I have to say is bitter sweet

Aimed at my Muslim family

From all schools of thought

Injured, humiliated

Fatigued, marginalized

Drained and disunited

Oppressed and dehumanized

Pushed into a trap

By sleazy fingers

Those whose motto:

“By way of deception, thou shalt make war”

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Is it the right time to say what I have to say, then

While babies being slaughtered

And the innocent smothered under?

Open Wide


Eyes open wide…

Watching…

Documenting the crime

Ears open wide…

Attentive, receptive… tuned so well…

Recording the screams of mothers and babes

Mouths open wide…

Never to be silent again…

Spreading and shouting the TRUTH

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What Really Matters!


When all gets dark

And life loses its colours
When evil tightens the grip

And the wicked leads the way

When fall falls before its time

and frost grows around
When your heart is torn and worn,

and you feel like throwing it away

Don’t give up, just wait a little while,
Turn your back
Close your eyes and
Remember what you have forgotten
Try to find if you’ve lost, 
Apologize if you’ve hurt,
Forgive if you have been hurt,
Caress if you’ve been deprived,
Pursue, if you have dream
Share if you’ve been bereft,
Giggle if you’ve been aggrieved,
Embrace if you’ve been shun,
Give if you’ve been denied,
Excel if you’ve been scorned,
Feed if you’ve tasted hunger
Rejoice if you’ve felt somber
Accompany those who know


Hold on tight to those you love,

Cherish those who care for you,

Because life is too short
and it is full of wonder

 

Cosmic Verses


Verses of the universe

* The universe is built upon two major concepts:
Balance and harmony and that translate in human terms as justice and peace.

* Anarchism can coexist beautifully along with supreme order, and that’s actually what’s happening in the model of the universe, beneath all the apparent chaos that we see there are mathematical laws that govern all.

* Cold and darkness are not real qualities of the universe; they are merely shortage of heat and absence of light. So is evil in our lives, it’s not a real entity; it is only the absence of good that makes evil manifest.

* Symmetry and repetition don’t exist in the universe, heterogeneous societies and unique beings are the equivalent of that in human life.

* The second law of thermodynamics states that energy/matter always disperses, spreads out and moves in one direction – with time- towards equilibrium, so should wealth in human civilization.

* Just like the cosmos from the smallest of its particles to the largest, we can only experience absolute freedom only when living in utter surrender.

* Beauty is an original quality of the universe, morality, compassion and kindness are the translation in human language.

* The continuous eternal dance of subatomic particles between existence and annihilation resembles our experience of nearness and remoteness from The One Most Loving.

* The motivator of all movement and action in both the universe and human life, and what lies at the core and essence of both is pure unconditional love.

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

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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

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I fight against “fitna” which is oppression

I fight against “Udwan” which is aggression

Wholly inhumane

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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

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And

YES

I am a freedom fighter

Have you any problem with that?

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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

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And so it goes

Delightful

Life… goes on

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?

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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?

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Who would do as Jesus did?

Who would stop the criminals lying?

Who would bless 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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A “Benign” culture with “Benign individuals”!


By Nahida the Exiled Palestinian

This presentation uncovers the side of Jewish-zionist-Israeli face that is kept carefully hidden from the general public. I present it here in all its ugliness, for the sake of truth and truth-seekers.

Disclaimer: Quoting people and books is NOT antisemitism

“A nation of priests”

“Light unto the nations”

Come and learn O humans!

Enjoy the pearls of wisdom:


 


Says Rabbi Mordechai Friedman


 


‘Gentiles exist only to serve Jews’

Says Rabbi Ovadia Yosef



 

 

 

“Jews should Destroy their (Arab) holy sites” and

“Kill men, women and children (and cattle)”

Says Chabad Rabbi Manis Friedman

 


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Says the Chabad Rebbe Menachem Schneerson

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“Exterminate the Palestinians”

Says Lubavitch Family Magazine



 


Jewish blood is NOT the same as the blood of a (Gentile) goy

Says Rabbi Yitzhak Ginsburg

 

 




 

The doctor who refused to treat Arabs

Also killed 29 Palestinians,

as they knelt down to pray

Rabbi Baruch Goldstein


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“The battlefield is not just in Gaza strip.

The battlefield is everywhere where a Jew exists

in North and South, in West and East”

Says Former Chief Rabbi of “Israel”,

Chief Rabbi of Tel Aviv, Yisrael Meir Lau

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Says Chabad rabbi Yitzchak Ginsburgh

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Dr. Giora Yosefial called Moroccan Jews

primitive” and “backward

X-Prime-Minister of “Israel” Levi Eshkol named them

human rubbish” and “defective people

Dr. Nachum Goldman who was described as “a Jew and a Zionist

with a profound awareness of Jewish culture

and history, yet at the same time a “citizen of the world.”,

Goldman described North African Jewry as “catastrophic immigration

Professor Chaim Sheba believed in the “genetic supremacy” of Ashkanazi Jews

so he ran the programme of

mass radiation of North African Jewish children!

 

 

Furthermore;

During the onslaught on Gaza


“A few benign individuals” celebrated the murder

of suckling babies and little children

moreover, they called to

“Wipe them all out”

“A few more benign individuals” chanted:

kill the Arabs….butcher the Arabs … I hate Arabs

 

Another “few benign individuals”

celebrated the murder of humanitarian workers

saying that the “Israeli” army is guilty of one thing:

“they didn’t wipe them All out”


 




Another group of “few benign individuals” shouted

Deport the Jewish “Negros”

 

 

And here, another group of 300 “benign” rabbis have signed

a document which warns that it is forbidden in the Torah

to sell a house or a field in the land of Israel to a Gentile.

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Chabad which is subsidized by “Israeli” government abroad

danced around to the sound of bombs

falling over Gaza

 

 


they also printed 500,000 booklets

with special prayers to the soldiers

and a message from the Rebbe Schneerson





“Then the people of Israel made this vow to the Lord:

If you will hand these people over to us,

we will completely destroy all their towns”

(including the inhabitants of the land)

Says the Hebrew Bible: Numbers 21:2


 

The Hebrew Bible also “blessed” “Israel” with a special Mitzvah

a Commandment to exterminate the Amalekites

and the seven Canaanite nations

 

 

Not to forget the Milchemet Reshut (לחמת רשות)

“Jewish Wars of Aggression”



“milchemet reshut … a war of aggression

The Torah permits such a war to

expand the borders of Eretz Yisrael,

to capture captives,

or because the King of Israel decides that

war is good for the country and for God”



Milchemet reshut is war against other nations

to enlarge Eretz Yisrael and increase its prestige.”




YET

The supremacist and genocidal Chabad Rebbe Schneerson

is praised by NY Times as the “Oracle of Crown Heights

Furthermore, he getsrewarded with the Gold Medal by the USA congress

And his disciples continue to run the show in the White House!

The same supremacist Chabadniks have deep links with

International Monetary Fund- IMF,

you can watch them here celebrating Chanukah at IMF



The same supremacist Chabadniks brag:

Look who was the past chairman of the Federal Reserve –

A Jew named Greenspan.

And now that he retired, who was just appointed to replace him?

Ben Shalom Bernanke (Can you get any more Jewish than this?)


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Hollywood, the entertainment business which has

inspired anti-Muslim prejudices

for over a century now,

is also deeply affected by the same kind of racism and supremacy

Hollywood “masters” boast how they have created

an “empire of their own”

Actor Marlon Brando confirms:

Hollywood is run by Jews. It is owned by Jews

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Furthermore;

Yet again

Its “benign” individuals have always been at the “helm of social justice”

They are the “champions of progress and morality”

95% of US Jews support Israel as a Jewish state

90% of British Jews believe that Israel is the ‘ancestral homeland’ of the Jewish people

“Love thy neighbour”, they “teach” us

That which is hateful to you, don’t do unto others“,

“Our Golden Rule”, they say













OOooOooOops!

Am I missing something here??

for humanity’s sake

What and where are these “Jewish values”

they keep bragging about?

.

Little Boxes


Little Boxes

Little boxes… little boxes… little boxes… little boxes… … … …

-Do you believe in God?
-I am a scientist, I don’t do religion

-Do you think we are here for a purpose?
-I am a biologist, I don’t do theology

-Can you see the splendour in this equation?
-I am an artist, I don’t do mathematics

-Isn’t this garden just fascinating?
-I am an accountant, I don’t do botanic

-Do you like this poem?
-I am a chemist, I don’t do poetry

-Do you think drinking water is good for you?
-I am a physicist, I don’t do nutrition

-What do you think of the war on terror?
-I’m a priest, I don’t do politics

-Do you like this ruby-red colour in my painting?
-I am a politician, I don’t do art

-Do you think there was once a country called Palestine?
-I am an historian; I don’t do geography

-Do you think separating people with a wall mounts to apartheid?
-I am a solicitor, I don’t do international law

-Do you think people have the right to choose their faith?
-I am an atheist; I have no time for irrationality and superstition

-Do you think Muslim women should have the right to choose the way they dress?
-I am a secular free-thinker; I don’t like offensive religious symbols

-Do you think killing thousands of innocent people is a war crime?
-I am policeman; I don’t voice my opinion

-Do you agree with bombing schools and children?
-I am a teacher; I don’t take sides

-Do you agree with the right of self-defence?
-I am a Christian; I always turn the other cheek

-Do you think boycotting a tyranny could be fruitful?
-I am a shopkeeper; I get the best value for money, I don’t care where it comes from

-Do you agree with illegal settlement, and land confiscation?
-I am a journalist; I have to give an impartial view

-Do you oppose oppression and occupation?
-I am a human right advocate; I have to be neutral

-Do you feel guilty after shooting little boys for throwing stones?
– I am a soldier; I only follow orders

-Doctor… doctor… I had enough, I think I am going mad, I feel sick, can’t breath, I’m trembling, sweating, aching all over, help me…

-I am an orthopaedic; I only do bonesWhen you come to see a doctor, you can’t be vague; you’ve got to be precise:
Is this pain in your lower abdomen or upper thigh?
Is it at the top of your fingernail or at the bottom of your ear?
Is it in your left nostril or your right toe?
Is it above your hip or beneath your eye-brow?
I did my PHD in MCP (metacarpophalangeal joint ) known as knuckle/ finger joint; do you realize?
You need to be specific; I need to know before referring you to the relevant specialist, DO YOU UNDERSTAND?

– GRRRRRRR… let me out….. I want to be FREEEEEEEE






 

No escape


No escape

 

In my heart dwells the pain of the oppressed

Rivers of their wounds pour down

Drenching the ocean of my sorrow

 

I am the voice of the voiceless

The cry of the browbeaten

The howl of little ones

As they fade away

 

My whispers shoot like bullets

In the ears of the wicked

My words explode

Before his eyes

Muting his lies

 

He looks away

Pretending not to see

Not to hear

My murmurs pierce his bubble

My tortured shadow follows

No escape

 

He runs to bed

Covers his head

Sleep might rid him of me

 

My chopped limps chase his dream

He drowns in my tears

In my blood

Unable to breathe

Unable to cry

No escape

 

Time passes

…………………

……………………

……………………

Then he dies

……………………

…………………….

…………………….

Only to be greeted with my smile

He’d hoped he’d never see

As he was chained and dragged away

To meet his deeds

 

No escape

 

26 – 12- 2007


© Copyright 2007 Nahida Izzat  -PoetryforPalestine – All Rights Reserved

Get to know me


 

Get to know me

 

 

Physically:

Normal looking

Sub-normally looked at

Abnormally dealt with

 Joyfully sad eyes

Head inflamed with grey hair

Petite for my age

Giant with my pain

 

I would say

A beautiful beast

Or an ugly butterfly

 

Emotionally:

Extremely sensitive

Yet incredibly thick-skinned

I feel so much for all others

While some-others deny my own existence

Spectrum of two extremes of intense emotions

Fluctuating between

Unwavering hope and utter despair

 

I would say

A strong wimp

Or a spineless hero

 

Intellectually:

Above average

 Below-humanly perceived

 Viewed as a mentally suppressed creature

Trying to solve the world’s problems

While failing to figure out my own

Sharp with a great deal of naivety

Simple with much complexity

 

I would say

A stupid genius

Or a gifted fool

 

Spiritually:

Faith is my lone reason for being

My fountain of hope

Overflowing with love, and joy

Yet for some I am the source of evil

And manifestation terror

Sporadically vibrating with the yoyo of my deeds

Between intimate nearness and lonesome isolation

 

 

I would say

A mild extremist

 A hostile angel

A tender terrorist

An mischievous child

 

Wouldn’t you agree?

 

30-03-2006

 

 

© Copyright 2006 Nahida Izzat  -PoetryforPalestine – All Rights Reserved

 

What is going on?


 

Un-Merry Christmas for me!

What is going on?

  

“Hello is this the Christmas Help Line?”

 

“Yes… good afternoon and merry Christmas

Angela speaking

How can I help you?

Are you feeling lonely today?”

 

“Absolutely, awfully lonely

And I have a serious problem

Grave one without a doubt

May be you could help… sort me out

People around me are buoyant and joyful

Oblivious to what’s happening

To the precious baby

They’re rejoicing for

 

Celebrating his birthday

While he’s dying

A thousand deaths a day

 

Feasting lavishly

Partying like mad

While he’s awaiting starvation

Persecution… torture… humiliation

And targeted assassination

Isn’t that sad

 

Oh little baby of Nazareth

Can they not sense your pain?

Can they not see you bleeding?

Can they not hear you weeping?

Time and time again

 

And you, little town of Bethlehem

Can you hear them singing your name?

Do you feel the stabbing of their feet

As they dance over your wounds with glee

While you’re drenched with hurt and shame

 

Oh little town of Bethlehem

Have they not noticed

The limbless forsaken petrified child

They have made you

As they dragged you into their fantasy fame

 

Oh wingless heartbroken Jerusalem

Tell me

How can they fail to see your tears?

Are they blissfully ignorant or pretending to be?

Would they pop up their life-bubbles

And face reality

 

 “Dear caller

Who is speaking?

I didn’t catch your name?

Be reassured

It’s all confidential

Every thing you say?”

 

“Have you heard of Jesus?

I am his mother… who raised him

I am his daughter… who loved him

I am his sister… who held him

I am his friend… who embraced him

I am the fisherman… who fed him

I am the wise-man … who visited him 

I am the Shepard… who believed him

I am the disciple… who followed him

I am the Palestinian … who made my heart his home”

 

“Oh… yes… I see”

 

“Dear Angela

You know what?

I’ve never had a happy Christmas

Since I was born

 

Dear Angela

I know that this conversation is not to be disclosed

But I am begging you not to keep it so

 

Dear Angela… go

Just go

Tell your colleagues

Friends and family

And everyone you know

Tell of my story

Spread every word you’ve heard

 

Dear Angela

The root of the problem

The cause of my pain

Is that… no body knows

What’s going on

 

Or do they?

 

I don’t know

 

But if they do…

 

 Then…

 

I really want to know

 What’s going on?

 

Nahida Izzat

Exiled Palestinian

30-09-2006

 

© Copyright 2006 Nahida Izzat -PoetryforPalestine – All Rights Reserved 

Clues


 

Clues

 

 Religions are illogical

Irrational

There is no room

For mind, reason or commonsense

 

Talk about God… for example

You can’t see

You can’t smell

You can’t hear

You can’t touch

You can’t taste

You can’t comprehend

You can’t prove

 

Therefore

God can’t be real

He said

 

Can you see ultraviolet light?

Can you smell a virus?

Can you hear electromagnetic-waves?

Can you touch the rainbow?

Can you taste the sky?

Can you comprehend infinity?

 

You can however

Test their effect

They leave clues behind

Hint… hint

I am here

You can reason… use your mind

You can feel… use your heart

 

So does The Most Gentle

Most Sublime

Fine tuning… supreme order

Perfect laws… astounding beauty

Trails of magic… tales of love

 

How can I deny?

 

12-04-2006

 
© Copyright 2006 Nahida Izzat -PoetryforPalestine – All Rights Reserved
 
 

The mystery of the ring


 

The mystery of the ring

 

 

Once upon a time

I was busy cooking

In the kitchen

Suddenly… I was struck

By a shiny ring glowing

On the corner of the worktop

I picked up… looked at it

Examined it

It’s definitely not mine

Whose is it?

Where did it come from?

Who normally comes

Into my kitchen

Many questions sizzled

Demanding answers

 

I asked my close friends

And those not so close

I asked my neighbours

I even asked those

Who never been to my house

The ring didn’t belong to any of them

 

I was intrigued

By this mysterious ring

That appeared suddenly

In my kitchen

 

Determined to solve the mystery

I started thinking

And thinking

Until one day

 

Eureka

I cried

I found the answer

 

 

You see… long time ago

Back in the very past

The earth was so unstable

Things were moving around

Atoms, molecules, matter

Were every where

There were so many gasses

 In the atmosphere

The earth was covered

With thick heavy clouds

The sun was burning hot

Radiating so much cosmic rays

 Light and energy

 

With all this mystifying atmosphere

An accident happened

 

A few scattered atoms

Started gathering together

In a cluster

They started bonding

There was so much thunder

And lightning

 You see

So much energy around

 

Over the passing of time

Of billions of years

With chance upon chance

Upon chance upon chance

The atoms just completed

This perfect exquisite order

Producing

This beautiful ring

 

Mystery solved

 

The ring was laying around

For a long time

Before it was found

By me

My theory was

Just perfect

 

Except for only one thing

 

Deep down

I have to admit

I knew that

There is a missing link

In my story

Some thing I couldn’t

Quite explain

And that is

How did the ring

Come to be

“Specifically” in my kitchen

And why my kitchen?

 

Questions just waiting

To be answered

 

When people knew of my story

And my theory

With my mysterious ring

They thought

I must be insane

 

But hey… who cares

I know I am a genius

And my theory just

Makes perfect sense

 

People said

How can you believe

Such nonsense

When in fact

The answer to your mystery

Is much simpler than that

It might only be

That the ring

Didn’t appear out of thin air

Just like that

They say

The ring could have an owner

And a maker

 

They really blindly believe

That the ring

Must have an owner

And a maker

 

Other people

Who are more -dare I say-

Scientifically minded

Accepted my theory

It’s easily fathomable

 It makes perfect sense

They thought

 

 

Till this day

The mystery of the ring

Like a dark thick cloud

Still hangs around

 

 

23-06-2006

 

 
© Copyright 2006 Nahida Izzat -PoetryforPalestine – All Rights Reserved

No chance by chance


 

 

No chance by chance

 

 

 Dears

Please listen carefully

And let maths speaks

 

For an “average sized” single protein

To form by chance

From a group of amino acids

The probability is:

 

Not one in a million

Not one in a billion

Not one in a trillion

Not even one in zillion

Not one in zillion… zillion… zillion

Zillion… zillion… zillion

 

And I don’t even know

What zillion is

 

The probability is:

 One in

A number that we can’t even read

 

That consists of one

And in front of it

Three hundred zeros!

 

In mathematics

If the probability is smaller

Than one in

10000000000000000000000000000000000000000

0000000000000000000000000000000000000000

0000000000000000000000000000000000000000

000000000000000000000000000000

(150 zeros)

 

It is accepted as a zero probability

 

 

But wait

 

This is not

The end of the story

 

That is … only

Just one

Humble protein

 

If we explore more:

One of the smallest bacteria

Ever discovered

Have 600 proteins

 

What about a human cell

We need millions of proteins

 

We also need:

Nucleic acids

 Carbohydrates

Lipids

 Vitamins

Electrolytes

 And many other chemicals

 

Arranged in a specific proportion

 Harmony

 And design

 In terms of both structure

 And function

Don’t you think that

Saying that all this is accidental

Is a little bit OTT

 

This is beyond probability

 

If not

 

I want to ask you

 One simple question

Just do me a favour

 

And make me

 

A fly

 

29-03-2006

 
© Copyright 2006 Nahida Izzat -PoetryforPalestine – All Rights Reserved
 
 

Love impossible


 

 

Love impossible

 

 

You’re all around me

The air I breathe

I am longing to touch

 

You’re my humming heartbeats

That keeps me going

But I’m failing to hear

 

You are my fascinating vision

I frantically follow

In vain craving to see

 

You’re the sane-side of my mind

Giving meaning to my life

I’m madly trying to grasp

 

You are my pure inspiration

My gleaming thoughts

I am eager to seize

 

You are my flowering soul

That blooms inside

I’m yearning to hold

 

You are my astounding hope

My beautiful dream

I am dying to live

 

Because of you… I am dying to live

Because of you… I am dying to die

 

I want to live… I want to die

I want to live… I want to die

I want to live… I want to die

 

Life impossible… life is possible

 Death impossible… death is possible

Love impossible… love is possible

I am going mad!

 

09-06-2006

 
© Copyright 2006 Nahida Izzat -PoetryforPalestine – All Rights Reserved
 
 

Life on hold


 

Life on hold

 

With my roots uprooted

Swinging like a pendulum

Exile…home… exile… home…exile…

 

Where my culture is not celebrated

But threatened with extinction

 

Torn between two paradoxical worlds

My tortured soul exists

 In a state of permanent suspension

 

Life on hold

 

With my heart torn apart

I dangle in between the realms of

Earth… heaven… earth… heaven… earth…

 

My body is here but my soul is far away

Running after my beloved’s mirage

I am endangered of annihilation

 

Frayed between two impossible worlds

My tormented core wavers

In a state of permanent suspension

 

Life on hold

 

With my memory shredded into pieces

I hang in the hue of non-existence

Past… future… past… future… past…

 

My brain is working

But my mind has gone missing

I am forcibly pushed towards insanity

 

Worn out between two dream worlds

My agonized being lingers

In a cosmos of thirteen dimensions

In a state of permanent suspension

 

Life on hold

28-03-2006

 
 
© Copyright 2006 Nahida Izzat -PoetryforPalestine – All Rights Reserved
 
 

Get to know me


 

Get to know me

 

Physically:

Normal looking

Sub-normally looked at

Abnormally dealt with

 Joyfully sad eyes

Head inflamed with grey hair

Petite for my age

Giant with my pain

 

I would say

A beautiful beast

Or an ugly butterfly

 

Emotionally:

Extremely sensitive

Yet incredibly thick-skinned

I feel so much for all others

While some-others deny my own existence

Spectrum of two extremes of intense emotions

Fluctuating between

Unwavering hope and utter despair

 

I would say

A strong wimp

Or a spineless hero

 

Intellectually:

Above average

 Below-humanly perceived

 Viewed as a mentally suppressed creature

Trying to solve the world’s problems

While failing to figure out my own

Sharp with a great deal of naivety

Simple with much complexity

 

I would say

A stupid genius

Or a gifted fool

 

Spiritually:

Faith is my lone reason for being

My fountain of hope

Overflowing with love, and joy

Yet for some I am the source of evil

And manifestation terror

Sporadically vibrating with the yoyo of my deeds

Between intimate nearness and lonesome isolation

 

 

I would say

A mild extremist

 A hostile angel

A tender terrorist

An mischievous child

 

Wouldn’t you agree?

 

30-03-2006

 

 

 

By the way I think this works perfectly in identifying any Palestinian

Just look for those common characteristics, you will be amazed

© Copyright 2006 Nahida Izzat -PoetryforPalestine – All Rights Reserved

 

Shocking news


 

Shocking news 

“In your religion… … …”

“Hey… hey… stop there

I don’t have a religion

I don’t believe in God

I am a secular… atheist”

 

“Oh… but you do dear

You do have a religion

When you accept as true something

Without any decisive evidence

You simply believe

 

Mathematically speaking

The chances are

Either there is a God

Or there isn’t

You can never prove that God does not exist

Nor can you ever negate the possibility of God’s existence

So, when you say

Definitely there is no God

I.e. the probability of God’s existence = 0

Scientifically that is inaccurate

False statement

As this can never be proven

 

In your case

Affirming that

‘There is no God’

Believing that God doesn’t exist

Without the ability -ever-

To produce any conclusive proof

Is called faith

 

Sorry dear… but…

If this is not religion

What is?

 

06-05-2006

 

  © Copyright 2006 Nahida Izzat  -PoetryforPalestine – All Rights Reserved

Thank you


 

Thank you

So, let me get this straight:

You tear my veil to free me

You jail me to rid me of my terror

You kill my beloved to liberate me

You shoot my baby to erase my misery

You starve me to show me how to vote

You threaten me to bring me to my senses

You wage war on me to help me find peace

You slay my people to teach me compassion

You humiliate me to aid me live with dignity

You insult me to illustrate freedom of speech

You crush my bones to save me from my evil

You demolish my home to elevate my morality

You uproot my tree to raise my ethical standard

You steal my resources to bring me social justice

You assassinate my leaders to train me into democracy

You bomb my town to bring me security

You destroy my history to educate me about progress

You dehumanise me to coach me into humanity

You wipe me out to push me to civilisation

 

Thank you sir

How can I -ever- pay you back?

08-10-2006

© Copyright 2006 Nahida Izzat  -PoetryforPalestine – All Rights Reserved

Stone the terrorist


 

Stone the terrorist

 

No one knows my real name

No one cared to ask

An alien entity… with lost identity

 

To some I’m the manifestation

Of the horror of the newspapers

The wicked one

 Plotting with the axis of evil

 

To others I’m the one

Who ascended from the past’s graveyard

To drag humanity to the age

 Of ignorance and darkness

 

In the eighties I was Khomeini

Then I became Qaddafi

In the nineties I was Saddam Hussein

Then I became Ben laden

Today I am Nasrullah… tomorrow who knows

 

But no one knows my real name

No one cared to ask

 

I am the suspect… the accused

The criminal… the illegal

The immoral… the uncivilised

The brainless…. the terrorist

The peace hater… the freedom loather

The democracy rejecter

To eliminate me is an honourable deed

For I am the human with no humanity

 

My crime is…

 Being

 

My sin is…

Believing

 

Do you know who am I?

 

I am a Palestinian Muslim

With a hijab on

 

05-05-2006

 

© Copyright 2006  Nahida Izzat    – All Rights Reserved 

 

Snakes and ladders


Snakes and ladders 

All of a sudden

The game starts

 

With a peculiar 2D cube in your hand

You begin at a precise point

Of time and space

 

You toss your magical dice

That only has two sides

A “good” and a “bad”

 

What is more bizarre about this gamble

Is that you are in charge

You choose what side it lands on

 

You desire the “good”

An up the ladder you go

One step… two steps

Three or may be four

 

You prefer the “bad”

The snake appears

And down you slide

One step… two steps

Three or may be four

 

You are constantly playing

And time is running fast

If you want to finish the game

And reach your destination

You’ve got to play it right

 

Otherwise

Before you know it

Your time will be over

Without ever arriving

And that is sad

 

13-05-2006

© Copyright 2006 Nahida Izzat  -PoetryforPalestine – All Rights Reserved

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Beyond the veil


 

 Beyond the veil

My modest dress that you see

As a sign of oppression

Is for me the symbol of ultimate liberation

 

It urges you to look beyond the veil

To peel the skin

To peep through the physical

The limited… the confined

Straight into the essence

The infinite … the boundless

 

It’s a glaring statement

I am more than just a body

I am a mind… a heart… and a soul

 

Don’t just stop there

At the door… come in

Get to know me

For what I really am

 

It gives me contentment

And great satisfaction

With my femininity

 

It gives me dignity

As I refuse to be portrayed

As a sex object

 

It gives me freedom

To choose my dress

Not only wearing what men desire

 

It gives me privacy and protection

From all undesired attention

For my intimacy I only share

With the one I love

 

Does that make any sense to you?

© Copyright 2006 Nahida Izzat -PoetryforPalestine – All Rights Reserved

About Chains


 

About Chains

 How strange are chains

They remind me of many things!

Of slavery, of captivity

 Lack of freedom

Injustice, inequality

And oppression

 

Yet, they remind me of unity as well

Of extending hands

 Reaching out

Hand in hand, connecting

And the strength of togetherness

 

The paradox of chains is…

The paradox of life!

 

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