My ❤️ and SOUL Belongs to Palestinians

This is a crime against our own humanity; each Palestinian life taken dims our collective light a bit more.

I'm grateful for the food they are about to eat. Praise Allah 🙏

2 Babies Under a Building

Watch a little child climbing from under a building in Gaza. 

INHUMANE 

doesn't begin to describe this madness.

Are You HAMAS?

 

I'm Hamas

and I wake and sleep fueled by this rage inside.

The unrelenting memories of my childhood: the fear of the soldiers and their cruelty. The humiliations I witnessed to family and friends. 

The sadness when I understood that the strongest man I knew, my hero, my father, couldn't protect me, couldn't protect my mother,  couldn't protect my sister.

I'm Hamas.

and I wake and sleep fueled by this rage inside.

The unrelenting memories of my childhood: the emptiness inside watching entire families killed in a single day.

I'm Hamas.

and I wake and sleep fueled by this rage inside.

The unrelenting memories of my childhood: the shame I felt running away when the settlers came and began beating my neighbors. Stealing their houses. My mother holding my hand tight and pulling me along to safety.

I'm Hamas.

and I wake and sleep fueled by this rage inside.

The unrelenting childhood memories: the moment I realized I wasn't safe anywhere. 

I'm Hamas.

and I wake and sleep fueled by this rage inside.

I'm a child no more. 

The unrelenting memories of my childhood: made me who I am. 

I know I have a choice: 

live and die at the hands of my oppressors;

Exercise the lessons they taught me: brutality, sadism, unrelenting terror, and fight back.

The question is not, and will never be, do you condemn Hamas? The question is: 

ARE YOU HAMAS?

How many years would you take the blows, the humiliations, the injustices, the killings of children, of entire families?

I'm Hamas.

and I wake and sleep fueled by this rage inside.

The unrelenting memories of my childhood and the lessons I learned from the people God chose to be my neighbors.

What would you do in my shoes? 

I'm Hamas. 

ARE YOU HAMAS? 

" I am the bread of life..." Jesus Christ

Another Palestinian the Zionist killed

The happiness, the simple joy of empathy. A simple loaf of bread.

The Unappreciated Natural Resources Called HUMAN BEINGS

And for this post we will focus on the Arabs, a rich, exquisite culture being eradicated year after year for the natural resources of their land. Their land.

Countless poets and artists and simple human beings who were lucky to be alive and whose lives have been made into hell for the natural resources of their land. Their land. 

Yemen, once one of the most beautiful places in the world, made by God himself if you believe in such things, now virtually destroyed for the natural resources of their land. Their land.

Afghanistan. Iran. Turkey. Egypt. Syria. and on and on. Every single one of these places attacked and vilified for the natural resources of their land. Their land.

From the ashes of centuries upon centuries of its history, that includes being the place God chose to allow his only son coming into this world. Jesus Christ, born and raised and killed in the the same land we now watch the white christians of this world bomb, again and again, for the natural resources of their land. Their land.

Still they rise. Still they live behind their protest: poems, cries, chants, and unrelenting courage even before the white christians of this world unimaginable cruelty and sadism for the natural resources of their land. Their land.

Here's one who lived long ago and left behind his impression of this world. Long after these evil white men have perished, it will echo to future generations and attest to all this cruelty.

                                                           when I die

poem of the butterflies

don't sleep

The Definition of a TERRORIST

by BENJAMIN NETANYAHU   

We can't argue with a Genocidal man when he defines the actions that constitute a Genocide and proceeds to act that way.

| Yes. Every accusation is a confession. |

Let's Build This

                   🌎 worldwide 🙏

                    for EVERYONE 

The Devil's STENOGRAPHERS

 

What is the point of writing? 

Novels, philosophy, or any other art form, for that matter. We are powerless stenographers living behind the deeds of powerful men to entertain the next generation.

We are not free. We are allowed to exist. 

Show me a masterpiece, and I will place it against the backdrop of Palestinian sorrows, and it will have no effect on the outcome.

It is united we prevail, and there are more of us.

 

The Mothers of Palestine

Do they share our emotions? Do we SHARE theirs.

The Vicious Palestinians

Unobviously dangerous ⚡

         Unlike the rest of humanity 

A daily dose of HUMANITY

                       innocence 

innocence

  empathy  

trauma

brotherhood

   compassion 

healing 

desperation

desperation

       courage

sadness 

fear

sorrow

anxiety

faith

     solidarity