I lost my first editor and still looking for the suitable person who has enough passion and drive to edit the book for FREE. Someone who is so passionate about justice and peace and children's rights that they are willing to give their time and effort with absolute love and without expecting money.
Why? Because Palestine deserves it. Because The children deserve it. Because values are more valuable than money. Because justice needs it. Because we are all connected and have a responsibility towards our children. Because when we relief the suffering of others , we relief our own suffering and clean up our Karma. Because the future can be made much better than the present if we give unconditionally and love without limitations.
Showing posts with label palestine. Show all posts
Showing posts with label palestine. Show all posts
Wednesday, November 9, 2011
Monday, September 19, 2011
West Bank Stories - A Childhood in Bethlehem, Palestine | Table of Contents
Here is the table of contents for the book I just finished writing
For technical reasons, Jerusalem isn't showing up in the table of contents. But it is there of course in the book, in the 'Special Places' Chapter. As a matter of fact, It is the most special place of all.
Thursday, July 7, 2011
Wadida
I want to tell you about Wadida.
She is was first friend ever, we grew up together, she was beautiful, with green eyes, and dark blond curly hair. Her father, Ammo Abed was my idol, he was a communist leader , a great man who sacrificed everything for Palestine.
Me and Wadida grew up together, we fought the boys together, explored the fields, climbed the trees, played and played. We went to kindergarten together.
They took our fathers in the same day, we were neighbours, and our families were very close friends, and we were together all the time, Ammo Abed and my dad were teachers in the same school, they used to go to work together everyday, come back together everyday, and me and Wadida would play together everyday.
I can hardly remember what happened, I remember that there were noises, and darkness, I was in 1st grade 6 years old or something, and so was Wadida , I remember my mother was crying. My mother and Wadida’s mom would sit together and talk about the prison, and our fathers, and listen to the radio. Lots of people whom i don’t know came to our house and my mom was repeating the story over and over again; how they came in the middle of night and took my father, they didn’t give him the chance to change his clothes, they took him in his pyjamas and slippers. They also said that it is very cold in the prison, and i would imagine Ammo Abed and baba in one cell and baba is wearing his pyjamas.
My father used to take us to the fields; Me, my brother, Wadida and her 4-year old sister Salam. he would play with us, he made nakkakeef for us (to catch birds) and teach us about trees and rocks and plants. I missed him.
Then Wadida became sick, she had a headache all the time, they took her to Hadassah, and i didn’t see her anymore, whenever i ask , they tell me she is sick, I got impatient, i always asked when would she become well so that we can play together again.
They said she had an operation, and my mom is visiting her in Hadassah, and her mother is in Hadassah, what is this Hadassah (i thought) and me and Salam are wondering what the hell was happening, my mother's temper was really bad, I was scared to ask a lot of questions, and i didn’t know who to ask.
I would hear the neighbours talking about Wadida, ya 7aram , maskeeneh, poor girl, Allah y3een imha (may god help her mother), but i was still waiting for her to become well and come back so that we can play together again.
My father came out about six weekd later, but Ammo Abed was still in jail. They must have realised that my father is not really an activist or a communist, he is just Ammo Abed's friend.
I remember the day he came out, he was still in the pyjamas, but he had a coat on top of the pyjamas, or maybe it's just my imagination. We didn’t know they released him, they never tell you, the same way they never allowed for a trial, they just take people when they feel like it and release them when they want to, (if they want to) , and you cant ask why.
Some kids from the neighbourhood came running to our house, calling my mother, 'Abu khalil is out!!' they informed her excitedly. My mom ran out to the street , and she saw baba, and just like the old Egyptian movies, they ran towards each other, until they ended up in each other's arms, all the 7ara (neighbourhood) was watching, (they've never seen such a romantic scene in the middle of the 7ara, even between married couples. the most they've seen is newly engaged couple walking while holding hands. I was very happy, i did the running act too. i remember my father's smell that i missed.
Wadida didn’t get better, she was still in Hadassah, and they were still operating on her, and the hope for Ammo Abed to get out was getting less and less. His lawyer (Velitsia Langer) was fighting just to get him a trial (but this never happened).
My father told me Wadida is coming back from the hospital, but he told me that she will be in bed, and that I should be very nice to her because she is sick. and that she lost her hair and is wearing a wig now and i shouldn’t laugh or comment about that.
Wadida didn’t get better, she was still in Hadassah, and they were still operating on her, and the hope for Ammo Abed to get out was getting less and less. His lawyer (Velitsia Langer) was fighting just to get him a trial (but this never happened).
My father told me Wadida is coming back from the hospital, but he told me that she will be in bed, and that I should be very nice to her because she is sick. and that she lost her hair and is wearing a wig now and i shouldn’t laugh or comment about that.
Wadida was their first child, she was her father's precious, Velitsia tried to get a permission for Ammo Abed to visit her, but the Israeli authorities refused.
My parents were always at Wadida's place, sometimes she'd wake up in the middle of the night, in pain, and ask for my father, he tells her stories, and jokes, she loved him, children always loved my baba.
Sometimes she'd ask for me, so I would go there , and she would play with me (as much as she can, laying in that bed), she would ask me to tell her stories and things about school, she always dreamt of going back to school.
My sister was 2 or something, my parents decided to have another kid after my father got out of the prison, I wasn’t thrilled.
Ever since she existed in the world, my sister, never saw Wadida out of the bed, she grew up thinking Wadida just lives there.
I gave up on the idea of playing with her again, especially that her health was getting worse, she had brain cancer, and she was dying. they told me several times she was very very sick but i never connected that to dying.
I played with Salam, her sister, and we were becoming close friends, and we used to write our dreams and wishes, I found a 'diary book' that I used to write in as a kid, I used to call it the red book, where i write everything i wish for, and draw , and play with words. In the red book, me and Salam wrote about our wish that Wadida would get better, but she didn’t , that was the beginning of our atheism.
We always thought it is not fair that God would make our child friend hurt and suffer, while the yahood are getting stronger and Ammo Abed is in jail.
Sometimes, or actually most of the times i dreamt I’d become 'superman' and kill the yahood and free Palestine. that dream was so real for me, i almost believed it. I was waiting impatiently to grow into 'superman' but i grew into just me.
Wadida's operations were getting more, and her pain was getting more, not only that she cant walk, she cant move her hands anymore, and she cries a lot. She was suffering.
I heard that the yahood finally agreed to allow Ammo Abed to see her, they brought him in a military Jeep , escorted by a dozen soldiers, he was handcuffed, he cried. I wasn’t there, of course i wasn’t there, but Auntie Im Wadida said that some of the soldiers cried.
And then one day, something happened, Wadida died. Me and Salam cried, we though we should even though we didn’t feel much, i for myself was in my imaginary world and not feeling anything, just numb. I thought crying would be the right thing to do .
I gave up on the idea of playing with her again, especially that her health was getting worse, she had brain cancer, and she was dying. they told me several times she was very very sick but i never connected that to dying.
I played with Salam, her sister, and we were becoming close friends, and we used to write our dreams and wishes, I found a 'diary book' that I used to write in as a kid, I used to call it the red book, where i write everything i wish for, and draw , and play with words. In the red book, me and Salam wrote about our wish that Wadida would get better, but she didn’t , that was the beginning of our atheism.
We always thought it is not fair that God would make our child friend hurt and suffer, while the yahood are getting stronger and Ammo Abed is in jail.
Sometimes, or actually most of the times i dreamt I’d become 'superman' and kill the yahood and free Palestine. that dream was so real for me, i almost believed it. I was waiting impatiently to grow into 'superman' but i grew into just me.
Wadida's operations were getting more, and her pain was getting more, not only that she cant walk, she cant move her hands anymore, and she cries a lot. She was suffering.
I heard that the yahood finally agreed to allow Ammo Abed to see her, they brought him in a military Jeep , escorted by a dozen soldiers, he was handcuffed, he cried. I wasn’t there, of course i wasn’t there, but Auntie Im Wadida said that some of the soldiers cried.
And then one day, something happened, Wadida died. Me and Salam cried, we though we should even though we didn’t feel much, i for myself was in my imaginary world and not feeling anything, just numb. I thought crying would be the right thing to do .
I don’t remember the sequence of things, i think Ammo Abed was out at that point, because I remember the Koran in the day of Wadida's death in our house. ( i hated listening to Koran , it made me angry ). I thought they were hypocrites , no one there is religious, and God tortured Wadida, and took her away, and the yahood are still there, now they put Koran!? how hypocrite grown ups can be!
On that day, Ammo Abed didn’t say anything, I remember me sitting in his lap, he was stroking my hair.
I think i was around 9 years old when she died.
Friday, June 10, 2011
Check out this article I wrote :Childhood & politics in Palestine
Here is more info about my birthsong that i mention in the article:
A Whiter Shade Of Pale - Procol Harum
A while ago a friend tweeted a tool that tells you the name of the number one song on the charts on your birthday. Awesome tool ..so of course I was very excited to know .. For me this is a very significant piece of information!
So, this is my birth song. This is the number one song that was playing when I was born! Isnt that profound?
These are pictures of the world as it was when I came into it! These people sang that song the day of my birth! Today!
I dont understand the lyrics tof this song. No one seems to understand them.... they sound profound .. dont they ? The "truth" might be "plain to see" but the lyrics of this song arent as plain to understand.
More info: Lyrics & more versions of the song
A Whiter Shade Of Pale - Procol Harum
A while ago a friend tweeted a tool that tells you the name of the number one song on the charts on your birthday. Awesome tool ..so of course I was very excited to know .. For me this is a very significant piece of information!
So, this is my birth song. This is the number one song that was playing when I was born! Isnt that profound?
These are pictures of the world as it was when I came into it! These people sang that song the day of my birth! Today!
I dont understand the lyrics tof this song. No one seems to understand them.... they sound profound .. dont they ? The "truth" might be "plain to see" but the lyrics of this song arent as plain to understand.
More info: Lyrics & more versions of the song
Friday, February 5, 2010
من ايش خايفة؟
من ايش خايفة؟ من الظلم من القهر، من العجز من الكبر،من الوحدة من الألم من الندم من الذل من الفقر من العنف من الضرب من الحرب من البهدلة والقمع lubzi Jan 24, 12:28 PM خائفة انو الزمن متل الرمل يمرق هدر،خايفة من الكسل والملل والوخم والبطالة والفشل من الشلل خايفة من القلة والوجع وسعر الدولار ينخفض او يرتفع lubzi Jan 24, 12:34 PM خايفة من الزمن. وغدر الزمن. خايفة علي الارض، علي العرض.خايفة علي الوطن.خايفة علي الطفولة والبرا؟ة خائفة من القسوة من النيسان من غدر الانسان lubzi Jan 24, 12:40 PM خايفة من التغيير والتطبيع من النظام العالمي الجديد خايفة علي الحرية والعداله خايفة علي الحقيقة من الكذب وعلي الشعر وعلي الفن والتراث والأدب lubzi Jan 24, 12:42 PM خايفة عالقوافي تختفي و بيوت الشعر تصبح خيم. خايفة كلنا نسكن خيم
lubzi Jan 24, 12:47 PM خايفة من ال racism
وال
sexism
وال
capitalism
خايفة من أسلحة الدمار الشامل واسرا؟يل وال
Zionism
خايفة علي العرب.
خايفة من العرب.
خايفة من الجهل
lubzi Jan 24, 12:50 PM خائفة من الموت من المرض من المعاناة من الإهمال خايفة انتسي متل كأني ما كنت. متل الهوا متل العبث ما اترك ولا اثر...
lubzi Jan 24, 12:54 PM خايفة عالاهل. خايفة عالصخرة والحرم. خايفة عالقدس ورام الله وبيت لحم. خايفة عالطفولة بفلسطين تنتحر ... او تنفجر ... والله خائفة يا بشر ... lubzi Jan 24, 01:00 PM خايفة من ال
pollution
وال
genetic manipulation
وامراض الطيور
والخنازير وجنون البقر. خايفة يتحول الشخص لسلعة تنباع وتنشري خايفة علي حقوق المرة
lubzi Jan 24, 01:05 PMخايفة عيني تشوف ونفسي ما تطول. خايفة الظلم يطول. خايفة من ال
dogma
واهل التدين واللحي.
الألف المقصورة والذال اختفوا. خايفة من شركة ابل.
lubzi Jan 24, 01:09 PM خايفة الcorporation
تسيطر عالكوكب والبشر. خايفة الناس تنسي الله. خايفة الله ينسي البشر. خايفة من الحقيقة ومن الوهم.خايفة من جوع الروح والجسم
lubzi Jan 24, 01:14 PM خائفة من الدخان والسرطان.خايفة من البرد خايفة من بكرا خايفة من الماضي يلحقني متل السبع.خايفة من المصاري والفواتير والدفع. خايفة يتأزم الوضع lubzi Jan 24, 01:28 PM خايفة همي يكبر قد الجبل ، ما اعود اقدر احتمل. خايفة اتعب من الأمل. lubzi Jan 24, 01:29 PM خائفة الخوف يسيطر علي متل الاسد. ما أعود أثق بحد 
khaledhakim Jan 24, 01:34 PM ليه النكد؟ RT @lubzi: خائفة الخوف يسيطر علي متل الاسد. ما أعود أثق بحد
lubzi Jan 24, 01:39 PM @khaledhakim ليش لا؟ أعطيني سبب Thursday, November 5, 2009
Thursday, September 17, 2009
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I've had 259 twooshes?
What's a twoosh? Why it's a 140-character tweet!
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