Under Siege

Here on the slopes of hills, facing the dusk and the cannon of time Close to the gardens of broken shadows, We do what prisoners do, And what the jobless do: We cultivate hope. *** A country preparing for dawn. We grow less intelligent For we closely watch the hour of victory: No night in our night lit up by the shelling Our enemies are watchful and light the light for us In the darkness of cellars. *** Here there is no "I". Here Adam remembers the dust of his clay. *** On the verge of death, he says: I have no trace left to lose:Free I am so close to my liberty. My future lies in my own hand. Soon I shall penetrate my life, I shall be born free and parentless, And as my name I shall choose azure letters... *** You who stand in the doorway, come in, Drink Arabic coffee with us And you will sense that you are men like us You who stand in the doorways of houses Come out of our morningtimes, We shall feel reassured to be Men like you! *** When the planes disappear, the white, white doves Fly off and wash the cheeks of heaven With unbound wings taking radiance back again, taking possession Of the ether and of play. Higher, higher still, the white, white doves Fly off. Ah, if only the sky Were real [a man passing between two bombs said to me]. *** Cypresses behind the soldiers, minarets protecting The sky from collapse. Behind the hedge of steel Soldiers piss—under the watchful eye of a tank— And the autumnal day ends its golden wandering in A street as wide as a church after Sunday mass... *** [To a killer] If you had contemplated the victim’s face And thought it through, you would have remembered your mother in the Gas chamber, you would have been freed from the reason for the rifle And you would have changed your mind: this is not the way to find one’s identity again. *** The siege is a waiting period Waiting on the tilted ladder in the middle of the storm. *** Alone, we are alone as far down as the sediment Were it not for the visits of the rainbows. *** We have brothers behind this expanse. Excellent brothers. They love us. They watch us and weep. Then, in secret, they tell each other: "Ah! if this siege had been declared..." They do not finish their sentence: "Don’t abandon us, don’t leave us." *** Our losses: between two and eight martyrs each day. And ten wounded. And twenty homes. And fifty olive trees... Added to this the structural flaw that Will arrive at the poem, the play, and the unfinished canvas. *** A woman told the cloud: cover my beloved For my clothing is drenched with his blood. *** If you are not rain, my love Be tree Sated with fertility, be tree If you are not tree, my love Be stone Saturated with humidity, be stone If you are not stone, my love Be moon In the dream of the beloved woman, be moon [So spoke a woman to her son at his funeral] *** Oh watchmen! Are you not weary Of lying in wait for the light in our salt And of the incandescence of the rose in our wound Are you not weary, oh watchmen? *** A little of this absolute and blue infinity Would be enough To lighten the burden of these times And to cleanse the mire of this place. *** It is up to the soul to come down from its mount And on its silken feet walk By my side, hand in hand, like two longtime Friends who share the ancient bread And the antique glass of wine May we walk this road together And then our days will take different directions: I, beyond nature, which in turn Will choose to squat on a high-up rock. *** On my rubble the shadow grows green, And the wolf is dozing on the skin of my goat He dreams as I do, as the angel does That life is here...not over there. *** In the state of siege, time becomes space Transfixed in its eternity In the state of siege, space becomes time That has missed its yesterday and its tomorrow. *** The martyr encircles me every time I live a new day And questions me: Where were you? Take every word You have given me back to the dictionaries And relieve the sleepers from the echo’s buzz. *** The martyr enlightens me: beyond the expanse I did not look For the virgins of immortality for I love life On earth, amid fig trees and pines, But I cannot reach it, and then, too, I took aim at it With my last possession: the blood in the body of azure. *** The martyr warned me: Do not believe their ululations Believe my father when, weeping, he looks at my photograph How did we trade roles, my son, how did you precede me. I first, I the first one! *** The martyr encircles me: my place and my crude furniture are all that I have changed. I put a gazelle on my bed, And a crescent of moon on my finger To appease my sorrow. *** The siege will last in order to convince us we must choose an enslavement that does no harm, in fullest liberty! *** Resisting means assuring oneself of the heart’s health, The health of the testicles and of your tenacious disease: The disease of hope. *** And in what remains of the dawn, I walk toward my exterior And in what remains of the night, I hear the sound of footsteps inside me. *** Greetings to the one who shares with me an attention to The drunkenness of light, the light of the butterfly, in the Blackness of this tunnel! *** Greetings to the one who shares my glass with me In the denseness of a night outflanking the two spaces: Greetings to my apparition. *** My friends are always preparing a farewell feast for me, A soothing grave in the shade of oak trees A marble epitaph of time And always I anticipate them at the funeral: Who then has died...who? *** Writing is a puppy biting nothingness Writing wounds without a trace of blood. *** Our cups of coffee. Birds green trees In the blue shade, the sun gambols from one wall To another like a gazelle The water in the clouds has the unlimited shape of what is left to us Of the sky. And other things of suspended memories Reveal that this morning is powerful and splendid, And that we are the guests of eternity...

Mahmoud Darwish May his soul rest in peace...
and may all the blockades and sieges disapear...and soon justice will prevail

و بعدين

يا رب

نفسي أعرف ليش بس ليش الكل بكزب؟؟؟ بموتوا اذا صدقوا ؟؟

السائل النخاغي بخف ما درست هيك اعراض للصدق؟؟

يعني مثلا بتسأل واحد كيفك؟ بقول زي الزفت علما انو مصهلل

على فكرة ما بعرف من وين اجت الكلمة:)

شو فيي طيب

يعني اذا كزب الواحد فضل ببطل أهبل ؟؟ السؤال محيرني

و لا تقييموا بصير اعلى؟؟

با جماعة الخير وين احنا؟؟؟

ماذا حدث بالمصعد؟

يا جماعة الخير شو عم بصير؟؟؟؟ اي نعم منعيش بانحطاط غريب من نوعه بس توصل للاصنصير؟؟؟

اليوم و بعيدا عن اي فكرة أو رعبة عشتها بحياتي صادفت اشي غريب :)

و الاغرب الموقع.......

طالعة من الشغل لبريك زفت غداء و عم بكبس كبسة المصعد و بس فتح الباب......................................

طبعا ما لقيت حبيبي التايه أو رسالة مختومة تقول طلعتلي منحة كان صرخت من السعادة

بس انكتمت لاني شفت شاب بعمر الوردة و بيت بعمر الزهور بالاصنصير و شكلهم كانوا مش كتير بطمن

يعني كان يعطيها قبلة التعبير عن الحب الجياش ..................

و انا صار بدي زي ما بقولوا ستاتنا طاسة الرعبة....بالاصانصير

و أنا الى الان خايفة من الموقف و مصدومة ....

و بختمها ...بالاصنصير... ..بعدين الحجة الكبت و العولمة

What is the new meaning of LOVE

I know I am 24 yrs old, and did not fal in love yet, but that doesen't mean I dont know how do define love....
I hate also to generalize but when it is about MALES generalization the most logic thing to do ,,,
psychology failed to let understand what the hell they are thinking off when it comes to define love;)

I guess we live in a world that lost the art of respect some higher level of humanity feelings....

Green Peace: من يأتيني بجدارية اخرى

Green Peace: من يأتيني بجدارية اخرى

من يأتيني بجدارية اخرى

على هذه الارض ما يستحق الحياة....و على هذه الارض من يستحق البقاء

درويشنا ستبقى فينا....بعبق زهر اللوز......و

انتقالنا من فصل لاخر بأثرفراشة لن يزول....كلما

عزف لحن وطني فلسطيني....قد

أحييت فينا أنفسنا بشرك الجماليات ... و يبقى سؤالي

ضمن ثناؤية المدركات....من سيأتيني بجدارية اخرى

رحمك الله ....يا درويش

من ي

STRIVING & SUPERIORTY COMPLEX

We all wish to overcome difficulties, failures, disappointments, and many other traumas in the journey of life.

in order to overcome we search for that shining road that will be the appropriate exit for our soul injuries or our inferiority no matter what it is; as long as the person considers it as inferiority.
Actually maybe we have the predisposition to have exits in order to win ourselves instead of turning to be un living pictures


One of hundred ideas psychologists had discussed, but the fact they were not a pioneer in discussing such ideas, maybe pioneer in how they wrote it and brought it to life as the individual theory for Adler.
Yes, we always strive to be better than what we are now; we look for the chances that help us in compensating our inferiority inspite of its kind.

It seems to be as we have the passion to strive in order to keep ourselves alive through all the difficulties in our private lives, that no one can realize that behind the passionate striving there is something
Missing, part of our lives, and souls and we keep on searching to find the lost piece to the completion.

After year, maybe two, or maybe decade, we reach the target then what possibly will happen.

Two possibilities:

We either celebrate our achievement; kill the feeling of inferiority inside us after the long battle with this feeling, inviting all beloved people for what we have reached,

Or we pretend that we are better than everybody so we only see people from a tower no one is ready to be there to celebrate us.
here the striving go to a weird path , and here I must say Adler was and still pioneer in this idea , to say that in this situation we develop superiority complex.
After we know that, we are good and maybe the best in a domain, we only see the people from our own high tower
We cannot even enjoy our achievements.

Example: many PhD, teachers look at their students that they are nothing, so they talk to them as if they have no brains ignoring the fact that they don’t have the experience but they have the brains,
the creativity, but the supporting is missed.

any way if the tacks of the personal dream is humiliating others it returned to be nothing.
Life is not easy; it is a fact
There are dreams that may never be true
However; if the fate gives the dream the chance to be alive, it must hold inside it the love and white intentions other wise we must search for a new concept for the dream that fits with the un known intention.
After all, we will look for a new target to strive for all over again.

WHAT THE HELL.............................

GET OUT OF IT............................
that what my best friend said yesterday, and all that becuase nothing ...
anyway I realize that she can not be a friend and that wht hurts, does she aware of what she is doing ????????????????
GOD will bless her.

OPTIMISSTIC

WOW..........

Mona, that's great but, why?

the question I usually face if I told anyone that I woke up happy and optimisstic this morning.

this reaction leads me to think twice of what kind of perons I am?

or what ppl think of me as a personality?

anyway, this week In spite of stupid, bad, weird, things happend still I woke up really happy.