Wednesday, July 31, 2013

The Scream… (A poem about sexual violence during demonstrations)

She went to the streets to yell and scream…
We want our right….. we do have a dream…

Women, children and men were there
To ask for their rights , and for that historical moment to share…

She was happy to see them all around…
Clapping, yelling, dreaming  and jumping up and down…

A group of them approached… her happiness increased…
They are here to share … Oh God, she felt relieved…

But suddenly she noticed a different look in their eyes…
Who are they , and what in their hearts lie

She looked at them with a little confusion…
She did not know that they were animals under the skin of humans…

When they grabbed her body, she had no reaction…
This is not really happening…  we only read about this in fiction…  

She begged them, ' I am your sister, your mother and your friend'
How could you do this to me, and for my life to put an end !!!

They continued their crime , with no mercy, with no fear…
Their consciousness was deaf… did she expect them to hear ???

They left her on the ground, surrounded by her blood…
Still not believing what had just happened, not believing she was covered with mud…

She did her best  to stand, but her legs failed her…
It was more than her body could handle, more than her soul could bear…

One hour , two hours and three had passed…
Until an old man saw her and gasped…
What did they do to you my dear, are you ok… he asked…
Let's take you to a hospital, they will help you and this will all be in the past…

Now that everything is gone, I have to go back…
No police, no person and no hospital will help…
I have to go there and return their attack…

She looked everywhere, she found them, the team….
And with all her strength, she let out a scream…

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Tuesday, July 16, 2013

Scribbles Of My Soul (Part One) ...



Confrontation is an art that I master, after many experiences in life, I believed in not  piling up my feelings and problems and hide them, just go there, talk to them and let it out. But recently, I figured out that I don't deal according to the way I think, there were many times where I skipped many confrontations, delayed many discussions and remained silent at the times I was supposed to speak…

It all hit me when I recently was hurt/stabbed/humiliated (you choose) by someone, freshly wounded, I was in the middle of the sadness phase, the phase were I eat a lot , get depressed and give myself the chance to be gloomy , but then it hit me, why did not I stop this person when they hurt me in front of everyone… 
 
I dag deep into my soul aiming to find an answer, and finally I found it… I am able to confront any person who does something bad to me , humiliate or stab me… but there are few people that I cannot, those people who are the closest to my heart, the most precious ones… simply, because I , the guy who teaches people how to stand up, speak and express their ideas, stand speechless in front of those whom he loves… My words run away and everything stops… I feel afraid of hurting their feelings, I feel ashamed of looking them in the eye and discuss what hurt me, I feel ….. I feel that I want to run away from them….

Is it wrong?? Of course it is, but I am not writing this to find excuses.. it is just that I want to know 'me' more….

Done scribbling…

Ziad.
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Palestinian/ Freelance writer, translator and Trainer./ I believe that writing is therapy and that is why I write./ 26 years old.
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