Palestine is not a dead object, it is a living country. Palestinians are her soul. Palestine is what Palestinians are re-creating in real time..
The Palestinians are not an obscure mean folk. They created the Star of Ghassul, wrote the Bible, built the temples of Jerusalem and Garizim, the palaces of Jericho and Samaria, the churches of the Holy Sepulchre and Nativity, the mosques of Haram a-Sharif, the harbours of Caesarea and Akka, the castles of Monfort and Belvoir. They walked with Jesus, defeated Napoleon and bravely fought at Karameh. In their veins, the blood of Aegean warriors, Bene Israel, David's heroes, the first Apostles of Christ and Companions of the Prophet, of Arab riders, Norman Crusaders and Turkmen chieftains blended in the unique composition. Its spark did not run out: the poetry of Mahmud Darwish, the wisdom of Edward Said, the perfect olive oil, the fervour of prayers and the valiant courage of intifada prove it.
WE WILL BACK TO OUR LAND
This is Iman Hajo, 7 months old girl. Arab people know her very well. They killed her because she cried when saw one of them, her sound was ugly for their sensitive ear. So it is better to silence her for ever.
Again, this little boy made the same thing. he is crying
Those girls made a mistake that they liked the life and went to school. Some one told me , why do you people do not like the life? Well, give us a reason!!!!
This boy did a very bad thing to the "State of Israel" that 7 soldiers caught him. He may threaten the existence of the state. Yes, he threw a stone against a tank!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yes i want my country back, It doesnt make me a terrorist. Wouldnt you have wanted your country back if someone else took it? Would u consider your self to be a terrorist if you fought for getting your country back?
Saturday, the thirteenth of September,
Was to be a day forever to remember,
For a Palestinian child who went to buy a car,
With his dad left, but could not get very far.
The father and child in crossfire were caught,
They had to leave the car they had just bought,
Hid behind the barracks and cement blocks,
Saving themselves from bullets and flying rocks.
Mohammed-al-Durra was struck with fear,
Only twelve years old and death so near,
He could see his dreams come to an end,
He thought of his mother, family and friend.
Protect me Dad, for love of Allah, please save me,
They are shooting small children!
Dont you see!
Dont worry son, no one shoots a child,
They are cultured, they call us wild.
Dont shoot, dont shoot,he cried,
Raising his hand, in vain he tried.
Shielding his son from the soldiers gun,
Hoping the soldier wont shoot his son.
Sitting like captives in their own land,
Neither a stone nor a gun in their hand.
Barbaric Israeli aimed and pleasure sought,
Pulling the trigger, aiming at the child, shot.
The bullet hit the fathers protecting arm,
The blood poured forth, red and warm.
An Israeli soldier with a heart of stone,
Fired, ripping the fathers pelvic bone.
The next shot hit the childs abdomen,
He slumped dying in arms of his dad.
Save me, save me, for love of Allah,
They dont shoot children, you said.
The child lay splashed in blood, dead,
From his ripped guts he had bled.
From his blood will a new Nation rise and stand,
The mother wailed, My sons death is life for our land.
MAP OF PALESTINE
im 100% palestinian LAND OF OLIVE TREES AND MOTHER OF ALL NATIONS and proud to be i love my country very much and hope its become free soon
"We Palestinians are just like the flowers that I see now from my window, No matter how in the cold and harsh winter they are broken, no matter how in the hot summer they are burned and dried, no matter where in the autumn wind they are scattered, a day comes when they bloom again, fresh, young and so beautiful."
OUR LAND NOT FOR SALE
"If the olive trees knew the hands that planted them, their oil would have Become tears."
OUR OLIVE TREE IS OUR LIFE
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THE BRAVEST MAN IN WHOLE WORLD
PALESTINE PROUD OF YOU
WE WILL RETURN
Beloved Palestine, how do I sleep
While the spectrum of torture is in my eyes
I purify the world with your name
And if your love did not tire me out,
I would've kept my feelings a secret
The caravans of days pass and talk about
The conspiracy of enemies and friends
Beloved Palestine! How do I live
Away from your plains and mounds?
The feet of mountains that are dyed with blood
Are calling me
And on the horizon appears the dye
The weeping shores are calling me
And my weeping echoes in the ears of time
The escaping streams are calling me
They are becoming foreign in their land
Your orphan cities are calling me
And your villages and domes
My friends ask me, "Will we meet again?"
"Will we return?"
Yes! We will kiss the bedewed soil
And the red desires are on our lips
Tomorrow, we will return
And the generations will hear
The sound of our footsteps
We will return along with the storms
Along with the lightening and meteors
Along with the hope and songs
Along with the flying eagle
Along with the dawn that smiles to the deserts
Along with the morning on the waves of the sea
Along with the bleeding flags
And along with the shining swords and spears
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Do You Believe In Hope, Well i Do
Hope is such a marvelous thing. It bends, it twists, it sometimes hides, but rarely does it break. It sustains us when nothing else can. It gives us reason to continue and courage to move ahead, when we tell ourselves we'd rather give in.
any way im normal guy love happy things and every thing make me laugh..
i like hanging out with friends and do new things never did b4 "u live once so do every thing in this life"
i love watching the sea and hearing the sound of winds when touching it..
if u want feel free
if u want feel power
if u want feel myths
if u want feel wonders
if u want feel mysteries
"JUST GO AND LOOK TO SEA"
I hate liers and shallow people they make me feel sick so be carefull if i know u lier
i dunno what to say more ... if u want know anything just ask
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