Monday, July 23, 2007

The Land of Sad Oranges


When we set out from Jaffa for Acre, there was nothing tragic about our departure. We were just like anybody who goes to spend the festival season every year in another city. Our time in Acre passed as usual, with nothing untoward..
.In the afternoon, when we had reached Sidon, we had become refugees.
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Things dragged past extremely slowly after that. The communiqu├ęs deceived us, and then the truth in all its bitterness cheated us. Despondency found its way back to people’s faces. Your father began to find enormous difficulty in mentioning Palestine and talking of the happy past spent in his plantations and houses.:
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The Zionists have long claimed the Jaffa orange as their own, a result of land reclamation ‘turning the desert green’. The facts tell a different story.
for the memory of
Ghassan Kanafani

An Nakbah '48


If you blow out the candles in my eyes,
If you freeze all the kisses on my lips ,
If you fill my native air with lipsing cruses ,
Or silence my anguish ,
forge my coin,
Uproot the smile from my children's faces.
If you raise a thousands walls,
And nail my eyes to humiliation,
Enemy of man ,
I shall not compromise
And to the end
I shall fight !!

Sameeh Al Qasem

Friday, May 11, 2007

Landscape With yellow birds

there are birds
so there is sky
there is sky
so there are balloons
there are balloons
so children are running
children are runing
so there is laughter
there is laughter
so there is sadness
so there is prayer
and ground for kneeling
three is ground
so water is flowing
and there's today and tomorrow
there is a yellow bird
so with all colors forms and movements
there is the world .!!!

translated by HW