Sunday, May 15, 2011

في الذكرى


قد أكون رقماً... لكنني وصمة عارٍ أخرى على وجهك
قد أكون جزءاً من إحصائية... لكنني رويت بدمائي أرضا دنَّستها قدماك
قد أكون انتهيت... لكنني تعطرت برائحة الزعتر وجَمّلتُ شعري بزيت الزيتون
قد يكون اسمي قطعةً اخباريةً... لكنه جعل من اسمك شتيمة
قد يكون سريري دُنِّس بصاروخهم... لكن جسدي الساكن طَهُر فوق صمتك
قد تكون ألعابي ذات جدائل وخدود حمراء... لكن ألعابهم احمرّت أيديهم بدمي
قد يكون موتي لا يحرك فيك سوى الإدانة... لا تقلق فأنا أتفهم حبك للجبن الفاخر
قد تكون روحي رخصت أمامك... لكن أمي أخبرتني أنك الرخيص
قد تحسبني صمتاً يُرمى على ظهر قومي... لكن شعاعاً من الكبتِ سيعميك يوما
قد أكون مثالاً لأنثى تكتب ما تشعر للغرباء... لكن سَجِّلها فلسطينية، فخرها أبصم عليه بدمائي
قد تكون ثرياً أو رئيس دولة... لكنني فوق رأسِك أقف شهيدة



December 30th, 2008

4th day of Gaza manslaughter

Wednesday, May 11, 2011

The END

This is where he'll end up
This is where he'll be
This is where his end is
His heart will set free

Existence of his soul
At her door befalls
As easy as it seemed
Demeaning all the walls

Drained his sorrows
Away in her palms
Faintly he follows
Granting her thrones

This is where he'll end up
This is where he'll be
This is where his end is
And his end is She

Monday, May 9, 2011

What kind of dream is this?

I am a man with an ultimate heart… Shallow emotions, I flip I change. With pride I gather attention; prejudiced maybe, yet cruel I can be. Crush and change, crush and change, I am a man with ultimate rush, ultimate rage. Veni, vidi, vici. I came, I saw, I conquered. Beware me, for I shall collect your heart, your essence.

I am a man with a heavy heart… and I dare not touch your hand. Step away or step near, I wouldn’t make you shine. I fear your faith, I search my comfort. Stuck at the second gear, although you make it so damn easy to love. I take, giving is a dilemma. Sacrifice for me and wait, wait, wait.

I am a man with an empty heart… I yearn, I need. While faces fade, I follow. Shades are my guide, I go nowhere yet I follow. Can't you see? I harbor your love, in a not-so-safe place. Appreciate that. Give me your love, give and never let go.

Tuesday, May 3, 2011

Does Not Contain Artificial Colors

Out of the blue, a spirit rose through the dark black night. And while the moon shone as bright as the yellow sun, the other road looked much greener. Confessions of a white heart bloomed into the colorful spring while the odds drowned away in the deep dark blue ocean. Hands hugged holding the red hot compassion. The faith that eyes will meet again in the purple haze of the sunset, kept guidance clear through the brown dusty storm.
Tears of joy shone in the hazel eyes, and slid softly on the shy pink cheeks, a smile drew lines of attraction in a beautiful pattern. Keeping my song in your eyes will paint my path every night the moon stretches his hands through my window and peaks on my dreams. And then la vie en rouge will dominate our lives into the calm color of serenity.
April 2009

Tuesday, April 26, 2011

She

On the cold solid floor, she lay with no strength. Trying to open her eyes, feeling her still warm cheek burning two more tears.
She tried to push herself up; her room was empty, with a hard bed, a mirror by the bare window, and a hidden poster of Che Guevara.
She moistened her dry lips with a taste of even drier blood. Her shivering hand lifted strangles of hair off her forehead, touching the bruise on her face, and sliding down her body. Then; there it was…
She stood up fast; breathing hastily, took off her clothes and turned around to face the feminine portrait in the mirror.
She finally saw it;
Her bruises…her strength;
Her curves…her confidence.
Only now she could see clearly; she will be…she will happen…she will achieve.
"From this day on"; she thought, "Guevara shall see the light…"
Feb. 2008

Thursday, April 21, 2011

"let's play a game"

The sun was shining
And the sky was blue
At the edge of a cliff she stood
Enjoying the view

A sound from behind
Called her name
Startled she turned
"let's play a game"

I give you a string
And I hold an end
I pull, you pull
Beware! I'm not a friend!

The game began and
As she smiled and played
The string lost its threads
And into the breeze it frayed

As she kept pulling
And he with a smile replied
She just started reckoning
The cliff that was behind

Friday, April 15, 2011

Nickelback to all the single ladies

To all my single friends I quote to you Nickelback's: "They say that a hero can save us I'm not gonna stand here and wait"
As a struggling single gal living in our beloved but still complicated society, I hang out with other struggling gals in Amman in an attempt to release some of life's stresses. We have gone through five hard years in college, most of us have hardly had time to comb our hair let alone find a boyfriend. And so, those years were over and were followed by four more years. Our eyes were full of energy and enthusiasm as we entered the market. Having such drive to be available at both; the workplace market, and the single market.
After those four years have passed; I can take the liberty to say that all of us have achieved so much in the former market, but many of us haven't in the latter. We sat and talked and I observed; "Ammani men are good for nothing!" confident as we are that those years have gained us enough experience to say that. One of us would always try to break the angry silence by making fake promises, that everything will be alright and the time will come when we're all happy and settled with the ones we love.
And then it hit me! We have reached a time at last in Amman that a girl's higher education has become a norm; which makes me and many others so proud. But it seems that a girl's life is targeted towards two materialistic objects that make everything else a small detail in a much complicated network created by these two. A bachelor's degree and a bachelor's wedding ring.
The funny thing is that me and my friends have known several examples of failed marriages that have entered us in confusion. Many marriages have resulted in early-age divorce, depression, and even betrayal.
We have to start using our minds more logically; as long as we understand the importance of having a goal in one's life, we know that it is logically ridiculous to hang our hopes that a single person can solve all our problems. Each phase you have achieved has brought you its own complications, having your first job has introduced you to a killer routine, getting an aspired promotion has handed you tons of paperwork and responsibilities. Then how come a groom would save you from your handmade misery?
I quote again from Nickelback's for all the single gals out there: "It isn't the love of a hero, and that's why I fear it won't do." (November 2010)