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Thu, 12 Feb 2015
Beautiful Palestine


With the state of the world seemingly in total chaos  
I wish to share this with everyone, it is very sad.

Beautiful Palestine





I ONLY COMPLAIN

OF MY SORROW AND MY

SADNESS 

TO ALLAH



      

 

From the moment I was born I remember feeling a warmth all around me, a feeling of belonging to somewhere very special. Growing up with a community who seemed like no other, where everyone looked towards the beauty that surrounded us, that same beauty that fed us, keeping out bellies full and our bodies strong.
As I lay here now - in the same house that I had shared with my parents and his parents, Grandfather Abbas and Grandmother Durriyah, who was so bright and shining just like her name.
My eyes wept for her even I lay here in what must be the cellar, she had left us much too early, Her energy was unceasing when it came to looking after her children and then us, her grandchildren when Mother and Father went to work in the fields. 
My father Karif was the second of their three sons but only Father and Uncle Qudamah remained. Their elder brother Asim was killed during the fighting in the desert.
My grandfather then built this house and they settled to what they hoped would be a new life in his Palestine, where there would be no more wars, how wrong he was.
I was born in the September of 1946 into a  home that still share some laughter and singing, poetry and games, and it was from a very young age that I heard of the all the bad things that had started in our beautiful land, in fact from the word go it seemed like mother and father talked about nothing else but another war, not another World War, but a war that would mean the end for all of us in Palestine.
"But we needn't worry," Grandfather Abbass, would say. "War maybe just around the next corner but they will soon realise that it was a terrible mistake they made, settling a handful of Hebrew Jews  in Palestine, don't worry son everything wil be fine."
I remember the arguements between Grandfather and father, with Grandmother trying to keep things simple by agreeing with them both.
        His words were proven right for the wars did come and what was beautiful was turned to ash, and what stood tall and strong was shattered beneath the guns and bombs. It also turned our country into a continuous stream of poison bile that turned this way and that just like the divided River Jordan, depriving and raping, and starving this once fruitful land of it's rare plants and olive and orange trees, along with the laughter and replaced all with the screaming of the children and the wailing of the women. 
Then with the loss of our land and refuge so did we become a none generation. If we ever did get help. I don't remember it.
I remember on my eigteenth birthday, father crying as he laid my grandmother to rest between what we thought was the grave of Amin and two more of his own family. 
We were still waiting for the outcome of this uprising, the shouts of Yasser Arafat as he begged and pleaded for help from the outside world, the United Nations, was there anyone who would come to aid the Palestinian people who were gradually being pushed farther and farther away from their homes.
He was according to some a terrorist, but to many, he was going to be our saviour. Arafat who held talks with Nassar in Cairo, Nassar who gave his support and who was murdered by the new Egyptian regime who sold out Palestine for wealth and greed, and who have left their own people without nothing but their own interior troubles as one after the other Egyptians are still assasinated.
 Arafat who was the one person who was going to set our people free from the troubles that were being forced upon us by the masses of so called Israelites that had now divided our lands not only with weapons but with barriers, making sure as they did by destroying the lands that our ancesters had turned from nothing into paradise.
Soon we were trying to find the graves of our loved one, after the passing of Grandfather Abbas. But once more the land that held the remains of Amin, Grandmother and several others who had been lost during these troubles, had been destroyed along with many of the Cemetries and Mosques.
So many of the towns and villages were razed to the ground and their inhabitants massacred where they slept or stood, trees burnt never to grow again, the children either killed or left to die within their families arms.
If you compare this to what happened during a declared war in Europe, what the Nazi's did was nothing compared to the inhumane ways of these Butchers and Mercenaries.
Beautiful Palestine
       I tried to lift my arm to wipe the tears that filled my eyes, for a moment I couldn't see a thing and half of me wished it would stay like that. Blinking  furiously I managed to remove the salty tears, letting them trickle down the side of my face so I might catch it with my tongue, I was so thirsty.
Once more I tried to move my arm, if I could just raise myself up onto one elbow I might be able to work out how to get out this stupid situation. There was a plank like board hanging to my left, if I could just... I stretched and at this stage I think I passed out again. 
      


It must have been quite sometime before I came to my senses, for the trace of light over the kitchen ceiling was gone . Also gone was the board that hung over my head, in its place was the leg of what looked like one of our two young grandchildrens bed, I needed to know if they were alive, were they safe.,
What had happen to my father and mother who had left to try and find Ameena whom I had dropped off at the United Nations Hospital just before the last wave of tank fire.
Maybe he had managed to find mother.
I hadn't heard from my eldest daughter Eman and the three boys. Nor anything from Mohamed, Eman's husband, that was apart from a message to the house that had been bought by a runner who had broken through the barrier, saying he hoped to find them before the bombing got any worse.
That was six weeks ago and I hadn't been able to tell my grandchildren anything. Had my father been able to find my mother, had she managed to get out of the Strip and even then she had many obstacles to cross before reaching the West Bank and maybe safety.
I just didn't know anything. Just that I was down here and the girls were somewhere up there. I looked at the ceiling again. 

         I lay awake for a long time, Straining my ears trying to hear what was going on outside. It was too quiet, maybe they were waiting for the sun to show her face so they could see what they were going to destroy next.
Hm not that, that hadn't stopped them before. I was finding it difficult to concentrate, my thirst  was getting worse, my tongue felt as if it was swollen to twice its normal size.
Again I drifted back between a restless sleep full of sleepless dreams.
Something wet had fallen from the gap above my head, it splashed on my face and I almost cheered at the thought of water.
 I reached to gather it up, spread it across my dried lips.
Forgetting for a moment where I was, until the pain reminded me I reached out. Then  I clenched my teeth together and continued to reach for the rag with my free arm  lifting the sodden thing from off my shoulder.
It was wet, but as I held it up to my face the light of the sun grew stronger.
I let the slip of blanket fall onto my chest.
I didn't want to see it.
I didn't want to know whose blanket it belonged to.
I could smell blood without having to look at it. I lay for a while staring up at the leg that had dropped even deeper through the gap in the ceiling.
Closing my eyes I picked it up again and held it under my nose and began to cry. I had witnessed this smell many times over the last fifteen years.
Blood dried by the heat and the cold, congeeling wherever it lay.
I struggled to get up but the pain in my right arm was bad. It was broken I think from the blast and the fall. Jamming my left fist into my mouth I slowly but surely drew myself into a sitting position.
I couldn't see the broken arm but I could feel it flopping this way and that as I smacked it against the broken wall.
 "Oh Allah please help me," I passed out again with the prayer to Allah on my lips.
    Once more the dreams and nightmares of the past seemed to crawl all round me. I felt cold yet I knew I was hot for what was left of my robe clung to my sweating torso.
As I sat up I looked down towards my legs. They hadn't really been giving me any pain and so I tried to pull them up against my chest.
I remember a scream ringing in my ears, I saw the ceiling above me slowly coming down. I remember the bodies of my two little treasures tipping from the bed as it slide through the widened gap. Arms wrapped round each other but not being able to say who was whom.
The noise got louder and louder, the screaming never seemed to end, the lights went out and  .........




............. It was about three months later when aids arrived from the red cross, Mist from the sea was settling on the ground as they worked day and night to sort through all the rubble. There was not a chance in hell that anyone would be alive but prayers were said in the refugee camps, just in case.

A woman stood by the side of the waiting ambulance. She was all in black only her hands were red, where somehow some of the blood hadn't dried up completely, caught in a little pool in a childs potty that was once kept under the childrens bed.
Sahalah wept as first one then the other of her little grand-daughters were released from their grave of masonry.
"Excuse me ma-am but do you know if there was anyone else in the house?"
"Just my husband," she said quietly, "just my husband who was looking after the girls for my daughter."
"And your daughter, Ma am?"
"Sahalah smiled wrily at the young Red Cross worker. "Oh Ameena, she has already gone"
The young lady smile. "May I ask where she has gone?"
"With all the others that were sheltering in the United Nations Hospitals before it was bombed by the Israelis."
"So sorry Ma am" she replied. "Still it's over now, isn't it?"
"Do you think so?" Sahalah looked towards the men bringing her husband's body out of the rubble.



Palestine

                                "DO YOU REALLY THINK SO?"      DM-S
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