By Saed J. Abu-Hijleh
We are rocks my dear and stars are still far
that is why we long for
the light
to enter every cell
so we can tell
the truth
We are stars my dear and soon we'll become rocks
like withering candles
time will come
when the flame
stops
But I have hope
that this voice
this very voice
of mine and yours
shall never fade away
and shall vibrate
at a steady rate
in every place
a mantra of love
that permeates
all of creation...
To my friend Jennifer with love, in response to a comment she made: "Really nice--makes us all look like rock stars!". I miss you JiJi :-)
Saturday, February 21, 2009
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
My Fast Bike !
"My Fast Bike" poem that I read during the visit of members of Follow the Women Organization to Nablus and An-Najah National University as part of the (Pedal for Peace) on May 13, 2008 (http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=-705283043303548530).
Sunday, February 15, 2009
68 candles !
By Saed J. Abu-Hijleh
Sixty eight candles shall be lit
A new dress shall fit
An embroidered soul shall say it all
From eternity till present time…
Mama the first word I said
Mama the last word I shall say
Before I travel away
To meet her
On the other side of this great divide
Between dream and reality…
Who said the bullets were real
Or the wounds that you feel
Or the jokes and laughter
After a Friday meal
In the springtime
Of Nablus?
Who said we had birthdays
And lit candles
And sang "saneh hilwah ya gameel"
In Egyptian accent
And with One breath put them off
With tears on our cheeks
And smiles in our hearts
It was all dreams
Or so it seems
And the only thing real
Is what you do not want to feel!
I want to be the bridge
To connect this unbearable wedge
So you can caress my head again
And save me from becoming insane
Your name is my mantra of redemption:
Mama Mama Mama Mama Mama Mama Mama
On the occasion of the 68th birthday of Martyr Shaden Abed Al Qader Al Saleh Abu-Hijleh who was assassinated by Israeli Death Squads on Oct. 11, 2002.
Sixty eight candles shall be lit
A new dress shall fit
An embroidered soul shall say it all
From eternity till present time…
Mama the first word I said
Mama the last word I shall say
Before I travel away
To meet her
On the other side of this great divide
Between dream and reality…
Who said the bullets were real
Or the wounds that you feel
Or the jokes and laughter
After a Friday meal
In the springtime
Of Nablus?
Who said we had birthdays
And lit candles
And sang "saneh hilwah ya gameel"
In Egyptian accent
And with One breath put them off
With tears on our cheeks
And smiles in our hearts
It was all dreams
Or so it seems
And the only thing real
Is what you do not want to feel!
I want to be the bridge
To connect this unbearable wedge
So you can caress my head again
And save me from becoming insane
Your name is my mantra of redemption:
Mama Mama Mama Mama Mama Mama Mama
On the occasion of the 68th birthday of Martyr Shaden Abed Al Qader Al Saleh Abu-Hijleh who was assassinated by Israeli Death Squads on Oct. 11, 2002.
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