Posts

Showing posts from November, 2012

The Friend

The drizzle touched my Scarred skin, And he still stayed beside me To share a smile. Tuesday, 27 th of November 2012

Let Me Become You, Indigenous!

Let me hug you, human, and be one being, Let the stars shine and go for sightseeing, Let us share smiles under the moon, Let our children play together at noon, Let us be storytellers of justice and truth, Let our people join our energetic youth, Let us stroll in mountains and the huge lands, Let us harvest and mix our colourful hands, Let our souls heal the wounds of the past, Let our hearts share lovely dreams so vast, Let me make a step forward and close the gap, Let me start a new page and recreate the map, Let our lands be neighbours of one community, Let me raise my head, at last, for the unity, Let the rain fill my eyes so I water my mind, Let me make a statement that we were blind, Let these words make an epic song so original, Let me become you, oh beautiful aboriginal, Let the indigenous of you paint my words, Let us swim like fishes and fly like birds, Let me give you what is yours and all of what is mine, Let us plan our futu

Proud Emarati

Excuse me! You are not meant to be here In this share’ In this freej In this dar But... I bought a ticket For me and for my dog We belong here now In this first class Suburb La la la You must have been mistaken This is no whiteman’s dar Nor a zreeba for dogs Hya emarati So... now that I am here With this one-way ticket Grabbing a leashed Chihuahua Investing in this fertile land You wish me to leave? Leave in the manner of your ancestors If you wish But do not become a tha’lab And twist words to be baree’ For I have foreseen this yawm Wait, but why can I see that white guy with you? What is so different between him and I? If what you claim is racial? Or maybe arrogance? Jealousy? This guy connects with us You do not You wear indecent clothes Tgool ‘eryan ma lego bait Truly homeless Now I get it You are afraid of change Afraid to lose your identity Afraid to lose to your pleasures Pleasures

Flower’s Grave

The spring came And a flower fell from fame Too early... maybe But I did dig it a grave. Thursday, 22 nd of November 2012

Tomorrow is filled with...

Mother Come back! He said We said I said For tomorrow is filled with pikes and swords. Thursday, 22nd of November 2012

To My People!

It is time for my people to go back to water and dates, Their conversation was so deep that I had to write something. My people. My people. My people. They call themselves Arabs - in arrogance -! Oh how much I hate that word. My people do indeed go beyond the word Arab. My people are Muslims! My people once had an excuse to ignore the outsiders, My people once had an excuse to help each other, Not anymore! My people used to never fake their smiles to the enemy, Now they do it to themselves! My people lost in Versace and D&G, Lost in space, the space of their true face! My people! You watch, you listen, you speak, you walk, and you act... Different than what you used to! My people, you used to watch the little kids grow into heroes, My people, you used to listen to the Earth Whisperers giving a daily advice, My people, you used to speak and roar the truth even if it hurts, My people, you used to walk on the sikkak to gather the neighb