Note

 Please excuse me for the broken links. I am working on them. 

The grain

I guess we all dont know what the future will bring to us, even if we think we do, we really are clueless in this world. 

I know that my control on people and events is very limited, maybe non existent, and no matter how much we want to think we are in control of our destinies, the truth is that we aren’t. No one can argue that we didn’t choose the time or place of our birth, we had no say about existing here, and no say about ceasing to exist. We are born and develop and degenerate and wither and die, and we can’t do anything about it. 

Humans especially in the modern civilization are getting arrogant; they like to think that they are the center of the universe and that all other creations are there to make their life easier and more convenient. Amazing what we can do for convenience, but we all stand small when someone dies or a volcano erupts. I know I tried to assimilate to that way of thinking , but external bigger forces are laughing at me and proving to me that all these figures and equations mean nothing. 

It really hit me hard even though I knew it in my heart. It’s amazing how sometime we know things but we don't believe them , the fact that I don’t know what the immediate future might bring drove me crazy. but why, who knows what is going to happen for them in 10 years, will they be dead or alive, will their loved ones exist? will their vision be there? their arms? their brain? If there is a fortune teller who would tell us step by step what will happen in our lives,  the future will become meaningless and dull.   

I had an interview last week and that went bad, and I was rejected, and that hurt me a lot. I felt that the luqma is right between my lips and then was withdrawn. Sometimes I feel that the corporate bastard geeks are shaping my future, and sometimes I feel that love and ingenuity is not appreciated, only greed is. I know that the people who actually changed the world and are remembered by history are the ones who cared and the ones who dared to be who they are really meant to be, the ones who refuse to assimilate. 

Sometimes I feel ashamed of getting caught in this cycle and for being devastated by the fact that I was rejected by what I am not convinced of, just because that's where power or convenience lies. It is like being sad for loosing an abusive marriage. Sometimes I am scared of being who I can really be because I know that involves struggle and pain, isn’t it sarcastic though that even when you want to conform you get rejected? maybe there is a lesson or a message there. Sometimes I feel that I came in the wrong time or place, but when is the right time, and where is the right place. 

I never been closer to god, I have to admit, I pray for serenity and total submission to the holy forces of the universe. I know I am not here on this universe by coincidence and without aim, and I know my existence isn’t about generating money for greedy people while wasting my aim and existence. I still  don't know exactly what to do , maybe I need to find out, or I will find out what is my path, I know I deserve nothing but the best, and the best is to realize my potential and aim, I know that's where happiness lies, maybe navigating through pain and instability and unknowingness is the way to knowingness. 

I know that my fear is mainly is about loosing my present and future but I will never loose those while I am alive, I might be in inconvenience, but I will be in my present and a moment away from the future. I know I fear loosing my freedom but I guess that can never happen unless I decide to give it up, I think the only slave is the one who decide to hand over their freedom, I think freedom is like principles; it is something in our hearts and minds, even if we were in a prison cell. 

I might be nihilophobic - (fear of nothingness). I might be scared to live outside the Borg of my Arab world or the corporate monster or some big impeding limiting structure. I am scared to live outside of the history, geography or time. I am afraid to lose myself to god and be just  another creature. 

This is a very humbling experience though, and I feel that my salvation will be when I get to that point where I am ready to lose myself to god and be totally accepting to the fact that I am part of the universal creation, not better or less. 

The universal rules apply on me and the universe provides for me just like it provides for the butterfly or the bat or the snake. The universe- god- gives them exactly what they need to survive, the right color, the right shape, the right digestive system, puts them in the right environment. You never find a polar bear or a penguin in the desert, everything is so perfectly right for their survival, and then I will realize that god will also provide for my survival and whatever I need to 'be'. Maybe I am transforming from a worm to a butterfly. Maybe this is the pain of birth. 

More Christmas ramblings

Israeli young soldiers brought up a lot of different feelings in me , especially the women. 

When i studied in Jordan i used to go back and forth in the holiday to the west bank, one of these times, i was in my 2nd year. 

I took back my books with me, and i had photos, me and the girls partying in the student hostel. i remember that the soldier who searched me was a beautiful young man - an Israeli soldier- who was exactly my age, he saw my books and he was pleasantly surprised, he was too in his second year studying computers and he had the same books, i felt that he was in pain for having to be in theses positions, he looked at the pictures and i felt the way he was looking was so engaged, like we could be very good friends. 

Later the books and pictures went to the room where ‘they’ go through every piece of paper. They gave me back my stuff after waiting for a couple of hours. They confiscated a couple of the pictures, ones we were having a birthday in one of the dorm rooms which had a map of Palestine on the wall - i felt sorry for them, they are scared of a picture on the wall in a picture, isn’t that sad? i imagine myself in their shoes, which is very hard. in the jissir i play in my mind with the idea that it could've been easily the other way around, i could be the one in the uniform, you know sometimes when i was a kid i used to wish i was on the other side, but then it wasn’t long before i realized i am so lucky that i am on this side. Imagine the amount of work they have to do to shut up their conscience and humanity, imagine the fear they feel. 

Now the female soldiers, oh my god - the amount of complexities i had around that, fear, despise, jealousy, rage, i can name so many conflicting feelings   - i cannot forget how bad they treated me (us). I think the scars from the humiliation and attempts to break our spirit are now part of my construction.  My heart goes out to the people in Palestine - I sometimes used to feel like a coward because i am not there in solidarity., but my mom says that that is not fair thinking and that I might be more helpful to the cause by being in the west. 

I never tried to think of things from their side- i was filled with hatred and resentment, i was convinced that they are just - by nature- are criminals and thieves. Recently - i decided to open up to the idea, that they are actually humans, and they have fears and issues. I think this is the only way to reconciliation. It took a lot of work to get to this point, but i think we need to get to it as a people.  The truth is that we were conquered, we lost, we lost  - they are here, they aren’t going to disappear in thin air. We aren’t going to throw them in the ocean. The only way out that i see is to reconciliate and share in a multicultural secular democratic Palestinian state, and that starts in our minds as an idea once we open ourselves - both sides - to our and their humanness. 

Recently I’ve been challenging every idea and concept I’ve been brought up to believe, ownership of land, nationalities, religions, I listen to john Lennon’s 'Imagine' and i think, yes, that is the future i want to have - or work toward for my children - I don't think it doesn’t make sense.  I don't think i am the only one who is thinking like that too. It is not easy to dare to dream that much, isn’t that funny how even we restrict our dreams because we get too attached to them. What if i was free to live in any country that i like , among any people that i like ? What if we finally admitted that us - as humans cant own the land, and that we , just like the animals and trees , belong to the land, loved , nourished and provided for by it. 

Yesterday I spent Christmas with a Canadian family of a new friend, we ate dinner together and I felt their warmth and compassion. 

They had other friends invited, this guy and his son, the man is in his seventies and the son in his thirties. Now the older guy is a Jew who went to Israel, in the fifties. 

He told me horror stories of crimes that he saw with his own eyes, he told me how he personally met Sharon when he was a young general , and how he spoke in their kibbutz, he was bragging about wiping up an entire Arab village - men, women , children , houses, everything, and bragging how he covered for it. This guy - his name is David, told me that he never in his life felt sicker, especially that all his 'comrades' in the socialist kibbutz were cheering and clapping, that is when he decided to leave and 'get the hell out of that place' ever since he's been an activist especially for the Palestinian cause. 

His son is an activist too, he fights for the trees, the environment, and the indigenous native Canadians. He actually refuses to identify as a Jew, he doesn’t believe it is a race and he doesn’t follow the Jewish religion so he refuses to identify as a Jew. 

I find this story amazing. and by the way , David said that he would want to go and testify in the case they call for witnesses in the case against Sharon in Belgium 

Later the bunch sang Christmas carols, they started with one called - little town of Bethlehem- i couldn’t hold myself, i wept hard. Imagine these Canadians singing to our little town, all the world singing for our town, yet the ghost of death is clouding its skies, despair and humiliation.    

My friend’s grandmother, who is in her eighties, was explaining her theory about the 9-11 , that she believed it is the CIA or the American government that staged that. I felt that was very refreshing that grandma is so into politics 

Many of the people in the room were also involved in one way or another into changing the reality that they didn’t like, very empowering.  Really amazing people. I am so relieved that there are people here in the west who fight for what we hold dear and precious. I totally appreciate because unlike us - they can live and die without 'having to ' do that, but they do. I find that extra amazing 

A very long way to go

I remember the neighbors talking to my mother allah ykhalilik ibnik, (may god protect your son) , they drink the coffee and say : finajaa7 ibnik, (hoping for the success of your son) they didn’t even say wladek (your children). I was furious. I left home while being furious. What i am doing here? This is what i asked myself there, what am i doing here, this is what i ask myself here. I know I will be one of the first to be targeted in Palestine when we get rid of the occupation. 

We have a very long way to go. 

This reminded me of a joke. One time the Russian president, the French president and our ruler die, and they are talking to god, the Russian president asks, so god, when will the Russians rules the world, god said: in 200 years, Putin cries his eyes out: ' oh, not in my lifetime' he cries. The French guy asks the same question and cries 'not in my lifetime' when he knows it will be 500 years before the French will rule the world. Now our guy comes and asks god the same question, god cries:' not in my lifetime'.

We do have a very long way to go, peeling layers and layers of oppression and dealing with them, that's why the first thing we need to do is rise above religious, class, and tribe biases

I am Nobody Bint Nobody

My mother is an anonymous fallahah (peasant)

My father is a simple man, a part of the land. 

No, you won’t know my family name.

No we don’t have relatives who are famous 

But I am the people who make the history. 

I come from the village

From the refugee camp

I am not a 'professional' - whatever that means. 

I have a PHD from life and oppression

No, I don’t know where Stanford is

No, I don’t want to be part of a community that classifies me according to my religion or my family name or how much money I make

No I am not willing to climb your ivory tower.

You come down here if you want the truth.

Come listen to the stories of the people - from the people