"oh Jerusalem ,Jerusalem , thou that killest the prophets and stonest them which are send to thee, how often would I have gathered thy children together as a hen gathereth her chickens under her wings , and ye would not ! "
Jesus contemplating Jerusalem fromMount Olives
Mathew 23:37
"O Jerusalem, the choice of Allah of all his lands! In it are the chosen of his servants. from it the earth was stretched forth and from it shall it be rolled up like a scroll.
The dew which descents upon Jerusalem is a remedy from every sickness because it is from the gardens of paradise"
The Hadith, the sayings of the Prophet Mohamed
"How shall we sing the Lord's song in a strange land?
If I forget thee, oh Jerusalem let my right hand forget her cunning.
If I do not remember thee, let my tongue cleave to the roof of my mouth: If I prefer notJerusalem above my highest joys"
The song of the exiled children of Israel,
Sung by the waters of Babylon
Psalm 137
These quotes are from the book OH JERUSALEM!
and the second communicating with the Jews
Dears ……
These humble words of mine are my pent-up frustrations perjorating to the actions of a
nation which patented terrorism and another partisan big brother ( Israel and USA)
I fell very ashamed after scribing these line for not even raising even a single hair of mine
please feel free to edit , correct and rewrite and also…
Feel free to tear it from your book but not from your hearts..........
PLEASE PROMISE NOT TO CALL ME BACK AFTER READING / HEARING
BUT PLEAE GO TO YOUR DENS AND SIT IN SILENCE AND THINK OF THOSE POOR SOULS
WHO ARE SUFFERING OF NO SINS OF THEIRS BUT BEING BORN IN A LAND.......
BORN IN THE CRADDLE OF THE ABODE OF GODS OF DIFFERENT THOUGHTS...
Dedicated to our children so dear to us
NOTE: "THEIRS" MEANS PALESTENIANS
"YOURS" MEANS JEWS
Shalom....
Shalom for whom
for the child of yours
or theirs
Yes, she lacks
she lacks the innocence of yours
he lacks the vibrancy of yours
but does her eyes lacks
lacks that brightness
when she sees a lamp milking its mother,
when she sees a dove flying high,
when she sees a bird chirping perched on the window sill,
when she see a butterfly nectoring,
when she see a peacock dancing,
and when she is in the lap of her grand ma.
Will your children climb up your shoulders with joy?
when they see bloodstained dagger in your hands,
a dagger a while ago plunged deep in to the tiny hearts of the children of theirs
wont it haunts your child when she knows your heroism so great
wont their child's tears are as salty like your child's
When little droplets of tears descend down
the cheek so soft of your child
will you be able to raise your hand a while ago plucked the lives of the children of theirs,
to console your child so dear to you
You are so proud of the mother land of yours,
and too tender are your thoughts of your mother land
but not tender for a mother's
a mother who has no tears to shed
but only blood to shed.
Fill your grails not with wine,
but with the marrow and blood of those mothers
and recite cheers so loud
With a rosary on the other hand
and let your girl sip it
So that she be strong
So strong to forget humanity
and will make the gods
Gods in the antique book of yours so happy about your girl
Long live the gods, long live the civilization;
because yours are the only civilized children
In the land promised
long back
But do you still keep the promises you made
to the gods of yours or
let it rot in the cellars of yours
Do you still remember the 10 commandments?
your gods so dear had made for you through Mosses Great
and did you forget the son of the gods
who shed his blood for you, the children of yours,
and theirs too
In ponder are your gods
to quench their thirst
and to drank the blood of the children of theirs;
Let the whole world know
when, when your gods did made commandment the 11th
to sacrifice children in the altar of his
to sanctify the books so holly of his
full of dust,
dust of millenniums
If the genocide of the children of theirs
won't appease
won't appease the rabbies of yours
take
take the blood of our children too
black, but with blood bright red
for they will love to shed their blood
to protect the sisters of theirs far......
far away,
with a young branch of olive
and a little dove in their hands
hands so tiny
tinier than the hearts of your gods.........