Filasteen

Bismi Llāhir Raḥmānir Raḥīm Meaning: ‘In the name of Allāh, the Most Merciful, the Especially Merciful’. Allāh is the name of God Almighty.

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Never forget the suffering of our Filasteeni brothers and sisters. I plan to gradually share content on Filasteen here - just some things that I’ve collected over the years. This is to help everyone remember what the Zionutsos have done. Their occupation and oppression has gone on for FAR TOO LONG. We know about the Nakbas in Filasteen! We know about the oppression in the West Bank! We know that Ghazzah has been a concentration camp and under their siege for years now! Not days, not months, YEARS! This MUST be on our collective conscience! We must never forget out five your old sister Hind Rajab who was shot at repeatedly, on and on, by the Zionutsos.

And it’s a genocide now. Millions displaced. Tens of thousands killed. We can’t forget this utter injustice on our brothers and sisters (on fellow human beings regardless of the colour of their skin or their hair or their eyes). Much of the ruling authority in America and beyond, those primarily of European descent, turned a blind eye to all that has been happening there because the Zionutsos are of their “race” – even though the pathetic reality is that the Zionutsos don’t even care about them. The nutsos wouldn’t even glance their way or show the slightest empathy at any issue, of any magnitude, unless it affects them or goes against their interests in some way. The nutsos have ceased to respect human beings and they think the nutsos will care about them? Hah… What a joke.

Also, what have we been able to do for the Filasteeni people anyways? Are we not ashamed? Have we been able to protect them? Has anyone taken up arms and subdued the rabid Zionutso hyenas in the form of men and women who kill and rape our brothers and sisters - young or old - alike? How dare they treat our kind and patient people like pests?! May God’s eternal wrath be upon this devilish nation who jest at the suffering of the oppressed. May the tears of the oppressed turn into eternal smiles and the laughter of the oppressors turn into eternal tears.

With all this said, something must be done and anything good is better than nothing good. Do what you can. Send them gifts, donations, alms-tax money. Speak up for them. Supplicate for them and invoke curses upon their enemy (and all collective enemies of humanity anywhere). Boycott the Zionutsos and their supporters and sympathizers. These things are probably the least that we can and should do. If you are in the position to do more: Push for divestments and sanctions. Push for military action against this genocide.

Poetry

“… এই পার্বত্য উপত্যকার
প্রতিটি পাহাড় চুড়ো ও পবিত্র স্তম্ভগুলোর শপথ, শপথ
পবিত্র কাবা তাওয়াফকারী এখানে উপস্থিত প্রতিটি
নর-নারীর। যদি দলবদ্ধভাবে একবার, শুধু একবার এমনকি
নিরস্ত্রভাবেও একবার। যদি।
আমার দেশ প্যালেস্টাইন। শত্রু অধিকৃত একটা শহর। আপনাদের
প্রথম কেবলা। একবার যদি ভাইগণ।
আর কুদ্‌ সের দিকে মুখ ফেরান, একবার।
হাতে হাত। এহরামের শ্বেতবস্ত্র সেলাইবিহীন। একবার। শুধু
হাঁটতে হাঁটতেও চলে যান। তবে
সামনেই জেরুসালেম, আমার প্রিয়নগরী,
বিজয় ।”

কবি: আল মাহমুদ, কবিতা: মীনার প্রান্তরে ইয়াসির আরাফাত

If I must die,
you must live
to tell my story
to sell my things
to buy a piece of cloth
and some strings,
(make it white with a long tail)
so that a child, somewhere in Gaza
while looking heaven in the eye
awaiting his dad who left in a blaze–
and bid no one farewell
not even to his flesh
not even to himself–
sees the kite, my kite you made, flying up
above
and thinks for a moment an angel is there
bringing back love
If I must die
let it bring hope
let it be a tale

Refaat Alareer, If I must die

Write my name on my leg, Mama
Use the black permanent marker
with the ink that doesn’t bleed
if it gets wet, the one that doesn’t melt
if it’s exposed to heat

Write my name on my leg, Mama
Make the lines thick and clear
Add your special flourishes
so I can take comfort in seeing
my mama’s handwriting when I go to sleep

Write my name on my leg, Mama
and on the legs of my sisters and brothers
This way we will belong together
This way we will be known
as your children

Write my name on my leg, Mama
and please write your name
and Baba’s name on your legs, too
so we will be remembered
as a family

Write my name on my leg, Mama
Don’t add any numbers
like when I was born or the address of our home
I don’t want the world to list me as a number
I have a name and I am not a number

Write my name on my leg, Mama
When the bomb hits our house
When the walls crush our skulls and bones
our legs will tell our story, how
there was nowhere for us to run

Zeina Azzam, Write My Name

An aging heart, the reign of hollow men,
A generation weaned on cruel defeat –
God’s help is near, but how, dear Lord, and when?
Though faith is firm, Earth shakes beneath my feet.

Online I turn: a joke, an orphan’s cry.
With paralyzed confusion, I’m afraid
My heart’s grown cold; my tears have all run dry;
My hope’s abstract; my truths are all clichéd.

But God is as His slave expects He be:
The Lord of saints and miracles is here.
When Palestine withstood the enemy,
Despite myself, my eyes welled up with tears.

My hope’s restored. For this, I offer thanks
And pray I’m slain for God amongst their ranks.

Moustafa Elqabbany, Hope’s Redemption

Lamentations & Complaints

We often complain about many things in our life but when we look at this age of pain that they’ve endured, it should make us wonder: what right do I even have to complain? May Allāh relieve them swiftly of this blatant injustice – however He wills and by whose hands He wills. ʾÃmīn ya Karīm.

Supplication

Don’t forget the suffering of the people of Filasteen who are under an inhumane siege in Ghazzah and those of them under a brutal regime in the West Bank region. May Allah (‘azza wa jalla jalaluhu) assist them. O Allah! Liberate the people and grant them respite. O Allah! Ease their pain and suffering. Ameen.

Collected from Facebook. Edited slightly.

Chants

"From the river to the sea, Filasteen will be free!"

Closing

Long live Filasteen! Down with the baby-killing devils occupying it! May the eyes of the cowards never find rest. May they never sleep in peace. ʾÃmīn.

Finally, thank you for your time and patience. As always, may peace be with you. ʾÃmīn.