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A ❤️ to ❤️ with my Soul 🕊️ DABKE

TWENTY TWENTY-THREE is the year I finally sat my soul down for a real conversation. 

" I see it clearly now. All of it. I'm an orphan, a Godless creature; no illusions of any kind to protect you."

She just listened. A profound sadness enveloped me.

"What do we do now?" She asked.

"We are gonna dance..." I said.

"...dance until we know."

  viva

  palestina

viva Palestina 

" 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.

This is a Jew.

                         

This is the Holocaust JEW I met when I was 9 years old, in an illustrated book. It's not the clothing that establishes him as a Jew, but his ideals.

For obvious reasons, I was 9 years old when I learned about the Holocaust, I didn't know what a Jew was; I embraced Jews worldwide in my heart, in the feeling of recognizing my own suffering as an orphan.

Yes. I just equated the Holocaust of millions with being an orphan. It's how a child sees things, through empathy. I saw the pictures. I understood what it meant. And vowed to protect Jews against hate years before I learned what antisemitism was.

I met the Zionists in 2023 when they began indiscriminately killing innocent human beings in Gaza. 

The Jew I don't understand. I'm an atheist so I don't understand grown adults not overcoming an fairytale. All religions for me are just that: parables, through beautiful fairytales. 

The Zionists I understand. I understand the Zionists even before I met them. I understood them at 9 years when I wanted to kill all the Germans in the world. Not the Nazis. The Germans. I wanted to kill Germans. I thought they were one and the same.

And that's the lessons Zionists learned well with Papa Hitler: equate Zionism with Judaism and you have a powerful Holocaust cloak. All that is left for you to do now is lie and kill, lie and kill, lie and kill, lie and kill, lie and kill,

lie and kill, lie and kill, lie and kill, lie and kill, lie and kill,lie and kill, lie and kill, lie and kill, lie and kill, lie and kill,

lie and kill, lie and kill, lie and kill, lie and kill, lie and kill,lie and kill, lie and kill, lie and kill, lie and kill, lie and kill,

lie and kill, lie and kill, lie and kill, lie and kill, lie and kill,lie and kill, lie and kill, lie and kill, lie and kill, lie and kill,

lie and kill, lie and kill, lie and kill, lie and kill, lie and kill,lie and kill, lie and kill, lie and kill, lie and kill, lie and kill,

lie and kill, lie and kill, lie and kill, lie and kill, lie and kill,lie and kill, lie and kill, lie and kill, lie and kill, lie and kill,

lie and kill, lie and kill, lie and kill, lie and kill, lie and kill,lie and kill, lie and kill, lie and kill, lie and kill, lie and kill,

lie and kill, lie and kill, lie and kill, lie and kill, lie and kill,lie and kill, lie and kill, lie and kill, lie and kill, lie and kill.

I just realized how brilliant Hitler and his Nazis architects were. They killed all the Jews they could and infected the others with Nazism; the real Jews realizing that, called it zionism. I wish they had called it for what it is. 

A Zionist is the ultimate embodiment of Hitler's ideal and one needs only to look at Gaza2023 to see  evil reincarnated.

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 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's more of us.

 

A daily dose of HUMANITY

                       innocence 

innocence

  empathy  

trauma

brotherhood

   compassion 

healing 

desperation

desperation

       courage

sadness 

fear

sorrow

anxiety

faith

     solidarity