"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 from Mount 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…
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
PLEASE 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 CRADLE 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
Does
….
she
lacks the innocence of child yours
he
lacks the vibrancy of child 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.
When
little droplets of tears descend down
the
cheek so soft of your child
will
you be able to raise your hand that a while ago plucked the lives of
the children of theirs,
to
console your child so dear to you,
Wont
their child's tears are as salty like your child's
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
Let
your girl sip the grails
so
that she be strong
so
strong to forget humanity
and
to 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
promised
long back.
But
do you still keep the promises you made
to
the gods of yours or
let
those promises 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.
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 and brothers 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.........
for
they will love to shed their blood
to
protect the sisters and brothers 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.........
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