P O E T R Y 4 P A L E S T I N E

A New Jihad Will Be Born

2012-01-30T04:12:00.003+02:00

لكي فلسطيني انتزعت حياتهFor every Palestinian life taken
سيولد جهاد جديدa new Jihad will be born
لكل فلسطيني انتزعت حياتهfor every Palestinian life taken
ستنمو بذرة من جديدa new seed will grow
لكل فلسطيني انتزعت حياتهfor every Palestinian life taken
ستنمو جذور شجرة من جديد a new tree will root
لكل فلسطيني انتزعت حياتهfor every Palestinian life taken
ستزهر نيتة الاركيد من جديدa new orchid will bloom
لكل فلسطيني انتزعت حياتهfor every Palestinian life taken
سيتدلى غصن من جديدa new branch will flow
لكل فلسطيني انتزعت حياتهfor every Palestinian life taken
سيولد جهاد جديدa new Jihad will be born

by Hiyam Noir 2003

In the aftermath of destruction

شعر لفلسطي Poetry4Palestine - In the Cause of Justice

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Landscape of Tragedy

2012-01-09T21:58:00.000+02:00

Khalil(Hebron) Palestine 2003

A Palestinian man reaching for his foot

slashed of by bullets when the Jew/Israeli's shot him
and left him bleeding preventing the ambulance
to bring the badly injured man to hospital.

By Hiyam Noir

Landscape of Tragedy
Language of Sad Rhymes

no definition
no persona
no geographic

naked faces numbed in
bottomless melancholy

all victimized
all suffered hard times

all singing the blues
a language of sad rhymes

different experience
landscape inherited
shared tragedy

self expectant
displacing it articulate
in different expressions

against the dying light

appeared long
as decorative objects

targeted and removed
buried to be forgotten

all that publicity
all that audience
all that tragedy

expended it self

you know the people
you know the landscape

you know what it's all about

you know it is a crime
you know it is a genocide

spirit unbreakable
justice defined

retaliation extensive

return like for like

evil for evil....

By Hiyam Noir
in Palestine January 25 2004
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Poetry4Palestine

By Hiyam Noir: To Rafah " The Stronghold of Palestinian Resistance"

2012-01-02T04:52:00.311+02:00

Israeli F16 missiles destroyed Rafah today Aug 2004

Islam's story- this is what he told me:

To Rafah - the stronghold of Palestinian resistance -

the most Evil returned - from hell:

A Palestinian fighter was killed

in a terrible bloodshed today

loud cries can be heard

the women is left alone

with her children

a boy and a girl

conceived in true love

with tiny legs and bare feet

a hungry and brave little girl

few last steps is climbing

to reach the roof top

a bird will be caught

to feed a brother and sister

small hands reached

for the birds nest

when so sudden

a snapping hard sound

the song-bird flied away

and left the nest

the innocent child cannot see

how the Israeli sniper

on top of the roof

watching his prey

aiming his gun to kill

Stricken by grief Islam whispered to me:

"I cannot understand how a man

can riddled a little girls head

with hot bullets of fire and lead

that is true - that's what he did

to the little girl - he killed".

As she fell to the ground

from the deafening sound

the poor mother knew

that her little girl

the Israeli prey

by bullets was hit

the father and mother

ans sister is dead

and the eight year old brother

with all the sadness is left to him self

he the Devil came back

to the small Rafah town

in a destructive rage

verging on madness

to rape and to kill

inside the walls

to the echoing laments

the frightening tall

Zionist Jew David

in crazy mood dancing

between wet blankets of clouds

a jagged streak hit the surface of Earth

then a glowing red ball struck

the Evil men from Israhell

who brought doom and gloom

to our wondrous Universe…

Poetry4Palestine

By Hiyam Noir

Rafah 2004

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Comment from Global Voices 2005:

"The grave situation in Gaza has inspired some brilliant poetry from

Hiyam Noir at Poetry4Palestine."

اضربوا الجدارStrike the Wall

2011-12-26T23:47:00.007+02:00

Poetry4Palestine

جدار الفصل الاسرائيلIsraeli separation wall ILLEGAL ANNEXATION

في المناطق الفلسطي

of Palestinian territories

اضربوا الجدارStrike the Wall

المؤلف : هيامby Hiyam Noir

اهدموا الجدار

strike the wall
ادعموا الشجعان

support the bravest

اضربوا الجدار بقسوه

strike the wall hard
وسوف تتفتح البوابات

and the gates will open
اضربوا الجدار و سووه بالارض

strike the wall earthward
سوف يترنح و يسقط

and it will sway and fall

ادعموا المكافحون الشجعان

support our courageous fighters
اضربوا جدار الفصل العنصري

strike the apartheid wall
اطردوا الصهاينه

expel the Zionists
يا رجال الكرامه و الشجاعه

the men of dignity the men of brave
ستنتصرون على المحتل

will over reach the occupant

الصهيوني المتعبد

the worshiping Zionist
ينتزع العيون و القلوب

extract eyes and hearts
من شعبنا

from our people
يمزقون الاحشاء

tear the intestines
من شعبنا

from our children to
نتحول من رصاص الى ذهب

change lead to gold

أغضب الصهاينه السماء و الارض

the Zionists have enraged heaven and earth
خطوط المقاومه الفلسطينيه

strong lines of Palestine resistance
لن تسقط و تترابط الطرق السريه

will not fall apart will connect in thin ways
و تمد الاجيال بالحياة

lives and lives become generations made

فورا ملايين المناضلين الفلسطينيين الشجعان

soon millions of the bravest Palestine fighters
تسلحوا بالغضب والمعنويات المقدسه

armed and fueled with wrath and holy spirit
سينطلقوا من بين السماء القتمه و ينظفون

will storm out of dark skies and sweep
وطنهم من بنذكرى الاحتلال المسمومه

their homeland clean of the poison plaque
البنادق والسيوف الحادهالبنادق والسيوف الحاده سوف تنق

rifles and sharpened swords will break up on the backs
على ظهور جنودنا الشجعان والقبضات الحقه

of our brave soldiers and righteous fists
عن الوطن فلسطين مدافعه

defender of glorious Palestine homeland
نار الرصاص والصواريخ سوف لا تقتل الاجساد الطاهره

bullets rocket fire will not perpetrate sacred bodies

اخلاق جماهير العالم الخونه تنسى

the world audience of traitors low moral and neglect
ستصرخ و تفكر عاليا كذلك سيموتون

will cry out aloud thinking they will also die
و عيون تنظر فجاة , سيقفون بلا مساعده

eyes will pop out they will stand unaided
سوف لا يحركون اي عضله

not one step they will move

تركض باتجاههم امرأة مرتدية درعها

a women dressed in armor walk towards them
بكلمات شديده و سيف حاد

with strong words and sharpen sword
تطعن جلودهم بالحال و سريعه ضربتها

their skin pierced at ones her strikes are swift
لكنها ليست مؤذيه اكثر من نسمه

yet not more harmful than a gentle breeze

لم تهدر قطرة دم

not one drop of blood is shed
بالنهايه استخدمت البندقيه المخفيه

finally she use the shotgun hidden
قرب جسمها الغض ادارت الاسطوا نه

near her soft skin she spin the cylinder
و اطلقت النار على جدار الكراهيه

and she fired upon the wall of hate

ستطلق النار مره ثانيه و ثانيه

she will fire again and again
وصل قربها طفل بحجر بقبضته الصغيره

a young boy holding a stone reach towards her
وبلطف وضعت البندقيه بيديه

with tenderness she placed the shot gun in his hands
والآن افرغ الرصاص تحت اقدامهم

as now he fires the bullets roll under their feat's

فجأة , ساد الصمت لا صوت ولا صرخه

suddenly a silence no sound no cry
نور السماء المفتوحه العظيمه نزل الارض

open heaven glorious light came down to earth
سقط المحتل و اجسادهم

the occupant was toppled and their bodies
كما تسقط الاشجار للخلف

as fallen trees were backwards stapled

ستعود فلسطين و سيولد اطفالها

Palestine will be returned sons will be born again
ستنمو الجذور سيأتي الربيع سيبقون

roots will root again when spring comes they will remain
سيولدون ثانية سوف لا يوقفنا الجدارولن يمزقنا

reborn again no wall can stop us tear us apart
سف نضرب الجدار ثانية و بقسوه

we will strike the wall again so hard

ادعموا المقاتلين الفلسطينيين الشجعان

support our courageous Palestinian fighters
اضربوا جدار الفصل العنصري,اطردوا الصهاينه

strike the apartheid wall expel the Zionists
رجال الكرامه و رجال الشجاعهt

the men of honor the men of brave
سينتصرون على المحتل

will over reach the occupant

سيأتي مطر السماء

heavenly showers will ones more
ستنمو بذور وطن فلسطين

seed our sacred Palestinian homeland
ستنتشر الاخبار السارهt

the good news will be spread
بعيدا في كل العالم

Worldwide and far away.

©Hiyamcopyright2003

Translation Ma Jenin
Palestinian West Bank

Palestinian peoples power - could it be a game-changer ?

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Hiyam Noir Poetry4Palestine: In Remembrance

2011-11-29T09:48:00.004+02:00

Where red wild roses bloom

Poetry4Palestine

By Hiyam Noir

In this solemn silent place
lives shattered hopes and dreams
on green fields where red wild roses
in the summer bloom

Here under the old olive tree
the remains of you my love
in grief I laid to rest

Here your spirit forever will live
here one day I will build our home

In this old sacred place all memories
came back so suddenly to remind me
it was here we held so tight on to our life.

Today nothing but the silence
and the memories
broken images and no relief
how could I know
you would not forever stay
along with me

Last year in April
the cruelest month in many years
days of great hopes are mixed with despair and misery
many friends was killed in the hardest of our times
stood up to resist in the first lines
for our land they died in dignity

Our people sacrificed in purity
here on these fields
of tears and withered dreams
where red wild roses
in the summer bloom

Our spirit mixed with great desire
our lives with the true love
and with sudden death

While snow in winter time gave warmness
and some comfort from the cold wind
the old olive tree so generously
gave us a safe shelter

In hot summer days
she gave us shadow
from the burning sun
under her roots
we found clean water
from a holy spring

It was here under the old olive tree
one night I heard you say so silently:

"My life will not be long
they are here to take me away
I can not stay
I have to leave you
and you have to let me go

When I am gone, my love
keep our names as they were written
inside the ring I gave to you
a symbol of our unbreakable bound".

You gave to me a most precious gift
this very special day last year in spring
you made me week and breathless
I could not even speak a word
my eyes they failed to see
I was neither a life
nor that I was dead
this day I was so happy
as a women ever could be

As I have promised you my love
our golden ring is hidden
in the wooden box
you gave to me
buried in the safest place
where earth touches the sun

Deep in the valley
high up in the mountains
under the old olive tree
on the battlefields
lies a heraldic shield
where red wild roses'
in the summer bloom

In this sacred place
where you my lover rest
here I will stay so close to you
this is the last place
where I will resist

Here you and me belong
here I will live my life
here until I die

Here I will build
a stable ground
on this land it's our home
here where good spirit lives
and all the memories

One day in early spring
Sunooniyeh will return

to the green fields

here she will build her nest
where red wild roses
forever will bloom

حيث يُزهرُ ورد برّي أحمر

على هذا المكانِ الصامتِ الجدّيِ
حطّمتْ الحياةُ الآمالَ والأحلامَ
على الحقولِ حيث وردِ برّيِ أحمرِ
في الصيف يزهر
هنا تحت شجرةِ الزيتون القديمةِ
بقاياك حبّي
في الحزنِ دَفنتُ
هنا روحكَ إلى الأبد سَتَعِيشُ
هنا في يوم من الأيام سَأَبْني بيتَنا

على هذا المكانِ المقدّسِ القديمِ كُلّ الذكريات
رَجعَت فجأة لتَذكيري
بأنه هنا حُمِلنَا إلى حياتِنا
اليوم لا شيء سوى الصمت والذكريات
صور مَكْسُورة ولا إغاثةَ كَيْفَ كنت أستطيع أن أَعْرفُ
أنك لن تَبْقى في هذه الحياةِ معي

السَنَة الماضية في أبريل/نيسانِ، الشهر الأكثر وحشية في العديد مِنْ السَنَواتِ
أيام مِنْ الآمالِ العظيمةِ خَلطتْ باليأسِ والحزن
العديد مِنْ الأصدقاءِ قُتِلوا في الأوقاتِ الصعبة
وقفوا ليقاوموا في الخطوط الأمامية
ماتوا بكرامة من أجل أرضِنا
ومن أجل شعبنا ضحوا بنقاء
هنا على حقولِ الدموعِ والأحلامِ البيضاء
حيث ورد برّي أحمر في الصيف يزهر
أرواحنا خُلِطتُ برغبةِ عظيمةِ
حياتنا بالحبِّ الحقيقيِ وبالموتِ المفاجئِ

بينما الثلج في وقت الشتاء أعطىَ الدفء
بَعْض الراحةِ في الريحِ الباردةِ، الزيتون القديم
الشجرة أعطتْنا بسخاء ملجأ آمن
في أيامِ الصيف الحارة أعطتْنا ظِلَّ
مِنْ الشمسِ المُحترقةِ وتحت جذورِها
وَجدنَا ماءَ نظيفَ مِنْ ربيع مقدّس

كَانتْ هنا تحت شجرةِ الزيتون القديمةِ
في ليلة سَمعتُك تَقُولُ بصمت
حياتي لَنْ تَكُونَ لمدة طويلة وهم هنا
لأَخْذي بعيداً أنا لا أَستطيعُ البَقاء أنا علي
أن أتَرْكك وأنت يَجِبُ أَنْ تَتْركَني أَذْهبُ
عندما أَختفي حبَّي يَبقي أسماءنا
حيث أنها مكتوبة داخل
الخاتم الذي أعطيتُه إليك كرمز
لارتباطنا مستحيل الكسرِ

أعطيتَ لي هدية أثمن
في هذا اليومِ الخاصِّ جداً السَنَة الماضية في الربيع
أنا كنت مأخوذ لدرجة جَعلتَني منقطع التنفس
لم أَستطعُ أَنْ أَتكلّمَ حتى بعيونَي
أخفقوا في رُؤية أنّني لست حياً ولست ميتاً
هذا اليومِ أنا كُنْتُ
سعيدة جداً أكثر من جميع النساء

كما وعدتك حبّي
خاتمنا الذهبي مخبأ في الصندوقِ الخشبيِ
الذي أعطيتَ لي إنه مدفون في
المكان الأكثر أماناً حيث تَمْسُّ الأرضَ الشمسَ
عميقاً في الوادي في الجبال
تحت شجرةِ الزيتون القديمةِ على الحقولِ
حيث ورد برّي أحمر في يزهر في الصيف

على هذا المكانِ المقدّسِ حيث تستريح أنت حبيبِي
هنا أنا سَأَبْقى لذا قريب منك
هذا المكانُ الأخيرُ الذي سَأُقاومُ فيه
لهنا كلانا ننتمي
هنا أنا سَأَعِيشُ حياتَي هنا أنا سَأَمُوتُ
هنا أنا سَأَبْني أرضاً ةثابتة
تحت بيتِنا على هذه الأرضِ
حيث تعيش أرواحنا وكُلّ الذكريات
إلى الحقول الخضراء سنعود يوماً
في أوائل الربيع لبِناء عُشِّها هنا
سيزهر ورد بري أحمر إلى الأبد

Republished on Media Day for Palestine November 29 2011

Two of the same kind

2011-11-28T09:14:00.000+02:00

A short, rhymed poem for children

By Hiyam Noir

August 30 2011 8:53 AM

Two teacups on the table

Two of the same kind

One ear deaf and busted

Two dead flies on the windowsill

Two of the same kind

Two long cats play with a mouse

The mice play with the cat’s tail

Wild flowers in a crystal vase;

Meadow-sweet,
Foxglove,
Teasel and Tansy,
Hemp Agrimony.

One spade and a rake

Two of the same kind

Small trees and tall shrubs

High tide in the lake

Oxygenating the air

Two of the same kind

Soil food and soul food

Two of the same kind

Black and white beans

Wild rice and green peas

Chicken Cajun seasoning

Nectar and honey

Two of the same kind

You and me

Two bikes under the phoenix tree

Two clumsy bumblebees in a bumbling flight

Two of the same kind:)).

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Thanks-Giving: The feast of Gluttony

2011-11-25T05:51:00.017+02:00

By Hiyam Noir

November 24 2011
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Prepared are their bodies

For deadliest sin of gluttony
On the sweetest corn eating day

Knowing nothing
Do not care about future

Claiming every right for them self

In excess indulge every morsel of food

Not a glass is empty no shortage of wine

They always grab more than they should
.

Having always room for a Mousse

So lean melting, whisking and chilling

While the rest of the world is starving
.
Licking, smacking their lips over grievance...
Determined and wacked wanting some more

Much more than their needs or deserves

November 24 2011 5:27PM

ONLY WHAT HEROES CAN DO –YOU’VE DONE

2011-11-05T22:56:00.000+02:00

Photo PIC

Welcome home Heroes

By Khalid Amayreh

October 19 2011 - 9:59PM

They call you terrorists and other nasty names; but as far as we are concerned, you are our ultimate heroes.

Your sacrifices, self-abnegation and patriotism enabled us to live and be steadfast as well as survive the nefarious onslaught by the falsifiers of history, the world's greatest thieves.

The martyrs, thousands of them, died so that we may live. You’re the suspended martyrs of Palestine since you were willing to die for the noblest and most sublime of all causes.

Your place of honor will always be guaranteed in the hearts and minds of your people.

Your unflinching will to pay the ultimate price for the freedom of Palestine will always serve as a guiding light for our people. You are the crème de la crème of Palestine. We will always be indebted to you and your sacrifices.

You languished for many long, bitter years in their evil dungeons and concentration camps in order to keep the smile on our children's faces, a smile without which we can't live or survive.

They thought in vain they were breaking your will to fight for life, freedom and humanity, only to discover that their torture and persecution steeled your will and made you triumph over their hatred, evil and racism.

Your suffering enabled us to retain the hope for a better tomorrow, a tomorrow that is free from the haunting nightmares of roadblocks, checkpoints, home demolitions and haphazard murder by those barbarian racists who worship power and sanctify evil while calling their critics anti-Semites.

They call you names because you dared say NO in the face of brutal force and blatant oppression. They expected you to behave submissively and capitulate to their insolence and arrogance of power and brutality. They utterly forgot that our resilience knows no limits if only because we Palestinians can't live without honor, dignity and freedom.

Well, we must not pay the slightest attention to their mendacity and hatred. Let us be in the company of Jesus whom these self-worshiping psychopaths brazenly call the Hitler of Bethlehem because he sought to spread the message that all people were equal under God.

They are immersed in self-denial; it is a collective psychosis. Otherwise, how could they have the rectitude to call us "heartless" and "having hearts of stone" for holding an Israeli occupation soldier? Well, do those holding thousands of men, women and children for insisting on obtaining their freedoms and human rights have hearts of gold?

Theirs is a discourse of hypocrisy, moral duplicity, sanctimony and self-righteousness, stemming from an inherently faulty reading of the basic realities about God and man and existence.

Ultimately, their demonizing and dehumanization of the "other," with all its diabolic ramifications, will cost them dearly because universal laws don't stop functioning.

There are other great men and women who are still languishing in their hateful prison cells.

To those known and unknown soldiers, we say "the darkest hour is the one that precedes dawn."

Your appointment with freedom won't be far away.

The walls of your jail complex may be high, the odds formidable, with no glimmer of hope to see the light at the end of the tunnel.

But remember, in a world where everything can be denied, there are forces undeniable.

These are the forces that eventually made our heroes, long dismissed by arrogant Zionists as living corpses, reclaim their freedom.

In the final analysis, there are true men behind you, who won't rest or know the taste of sleep as long as you remain behind bars. They won't betray you.

You, too, will reclaim your freedom; it won't be far away. Amen.

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Photograph Fady Adwan Propa/ThePalestineFreeVoice

ONLY WHAT HEROES CAN DO –YOU’VE DONE

You are so welcome home......

October 21, 2011 12:28 AM

By Hiyam Noir :
.

Throughout the endless nights and days, you held on to a glimpse of hope. Remembering that you must live, must stay a life to tell the tale:

How you were crushed and trampled there, charred - distorted beyond all recognition. Jammed in a desperate struggle, tried to escape the shrieks, the shouts, the horror and the pain.How good men were slayed there, so silently and swift - to die amid the terror.

At its brutal touch, your tired body laid to rest. On a bed of metal - nails - you were exposed. A stage lit by a gleaming light, where long ago fakirs use to perform. At night you watched your clenched fist, slash hard inside of the roof. You watched the feeble glow upon the floor and time went by, for so long you waited there.You listened to the steady ticking of the clock, in gray dawn of the spring, in the hot summer nights,until soft autumn - turned into the winter.

Photograph Fady Adwan Propa/ThePalestineFreeVoice

Some friends became your evil foes,sworn enemies in war, they stabbed you in the back, they are weak pillars in bad faith, we know weak pillars always fall…You have the facts you made your wise decision, turned off your fears, to win the hardest battle - just go ahead...your people are so proud today, your good heroic deeds are done so swell.

Only what heroes can do - you’ve done,for the land in which you were.So we ,the common cloth,
may stay alive, so many martyrs have died, the bravest and the very best. Endowed with great courage, you stood up, the pinnacle of greatest sacrifice, with true love of your fellow man.

One heroine of Palestine a finger pointed to the sky, she said: We must continue our struggle, as long we live, hold on to our strength.Come here right now, depend on me, do not deceive, I am your faithful ally, I'm on my knees, come here and pray with me:

“God give us strength to fight, carry our people through the night, recover that we want and need, we want justice, we need our freedom, we need peace.Dear God give hope, protect us, give us our rights, fold our people, our home and land,in your outstretched arms and hands” Amen.

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Michael's agony...

2011-10-06T05:23:00.018+03:00

Michael Jackson's album "Behind the mask"

By Hiyam Noir - The PalestineFreeVoice

October 5, 2011 4:38 PM

Six weeks before Michael Jackson's death an audio file was found by forensic computer expert Stephen Marx, on Conrad Murray's iPhone. The audio was recorded by Murray on May 10, 2009, (six weeks before Michael Jackson's death), when Michael was preparing for his last concert : " This Is It", set for London two months later.

- Michael's agony-

"Elvis didn't do it. Beatles didn't do it. We have to be phenomenal."

"When people leave this show, when people leave my show, I want them to say, 'I've never seen nothing like this in my life. Go. Go. I've never seen nothing like this. Go. It's amazing. He's the greatest entertainer in the world.'

I'm taking that money, a million children, children's hospital, the biggest in the world, Michael Jackson Children's Hospital. Going to have a movie theater, game room."

"I hurt, you know, I hurt."

"Children are depressed. The... in those hospitals, no game room, no movie theatre. They're sick because they're depressed.”

"Their mind is depressing them. I want to give them that. I care about them, them angels. God wants me to do it. God wants me to do it. I'm going to do it, Conrad."

"Don't have enough hope, no more hope,"

"That's the next generation that's going to save our planet, starting with... we'll talk about it. United States, Europe, Prague, my babies. They walk around with no mother. They drop them off, they leave... a psychological degradation of that. They reach out to me - 'Please take me with you.'

"That will be remembered more than my performances. My performances will be up there, helping my children and always be my dream. I love them. I love them because I didn't have a childhood. I had no childhood.”

"I feel their pain. I feel their hurt. I can deal with it. 'Heal the World', 'We Are the World', 'Will You Be There', 'The Lost Children'. These are the songs I've written because I hurt, you know, I hurt.”

Forensic computer expert Stephen Marx, found the tape after Michael's death

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A family fire burns low in Khan Younis

2011-09-15T06:48:00.001+03:00

One of thousand stories told from the Israelis high-tech war on Gaza,
dubbed: " Operation Cast Lead ".

By Hiyam Noir

GAZA, Khan Younis : Sunday, January 11, 2009

In Khan Younis, a family of 26 people, including children ages 2 to 17 years of age, have been living in the basement of a house since the Israelis incursion into the area three days ago. My friend, one of the sons in the house, is expecting his first child to be born in about three months. He got married last summer. It was a big wedding and mostly a happy time, despite the Israeli siege and frequent assaults on Gaza.The newly married and happy couple could never imagine their future would be so terrible.

Bombs are blasting hitting their soft targets, heavy machine gun fire can be heard not far away from the house. This winter is an unusually cold winter in Gaza.The windows in the basement rooms are open, if the windows would be closed, the force and heat from the frequent bombings would burst the glass. My friends called me today for advice regarding what they believe are labor pains very early contractions of cervix. They are both very worried that they will lose their first child.

I have spent hours making phone calls to the hospitals in the Khan Younis area. Only to find out that the lines are busy, most of the time the signal does not go through. The telecommunications are very poor in Gaza and the situation is getting even worse - chaotic ! After one hour of calling, finally my call was picked up, I am told to call back on Sunday morning, that is a few hours from now. I am also calling the sister-in-law of another friend, she is a nurse and a midwife who used to work for UNRWA. I found out that she already had left Gaza with her family. I am very worried for them all, I am worried for the life of the little unborn and for the parents.

My friend has a chill, he says he is shivering from the coldness penetrating the house. He is telling me he is very upset; he is pulling out the last pages of some books and journals from his library, he need fuel for heat. The pages in the books will make some warmth in the room. He said to me, he felt sick watching the books burning to charcoal in the open fire place. Books have a very high value in Gaza,since the Israeli blockade of shipments to Gaza began,18 months ago.Books are expensive and have been very difficult to find, in particular the scholarly,research and reference literature.This morning,all that was left of food in the house is almost gone.So is the drinking water and the electricity which lasts only one and a half to two of the 24 hours.

"We are praying, Inshallah (God willing) that we will survive the heavy bombardments, and we are hoping the Israelis will not come to the house. You know here in Khan Younis no one is really safe today. We have no where to hide."

These were the last words I heard before the phone line was cut off.

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Happy end for this Gaza family: The baby child was born healthy, without complications for child or the mother. My friend and all members of his family narrowly survived the Israelis massacre on Khan Younis.

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Slide show with photo evidence of massacres conducted throughout Israeli air strikes, the last 12 days of the, war on Gaza dubbed "Operation Cast Lead",with the beginning on the 27th Dec.2008. More than 1.400 innocents people were killed 37% of them were children, over 5.000 were wounded, meanwhile Israeli actus reus continued Gaza citizens was exposed by biased media,officials ignorance and the silence of a passive world.

Khaled N Safi, Photo Reportage.

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أيام في ألندمDays of Penitence - The Jabalia Massacre

2011-09-12T17:45:00.035+03:00

مخيم جباليا2004 Jabalya Camp 2004
قتل 107 فلسطينيين 107 Palestinian dead
أكثر من 200 جرحى over 200 wounded in Jabalya.
The massacres devastated the refugee camps of Beit Hanoun Beit Lahia and Jabalia
many hundreds of people were killed and wounded.

شعر من أجل فلسطينPoetry4Palestine

المؤلف: هيامBy Hiyam Noir

أيام في ألندمDays of Penitence - The Jabalia Massacre

The Israeli massacre ( Days if Penitence) in Jabalya Refuge Camp

( September 30 2004 - October 16 2004 ) Gaza,Palestine

A solemn narrative poem :

لحياة هذه الاأيامOur life these days

في حزن تام in total sadness

تستخدم صيف السماء summer skies use

لترفع معنوياتي عالياto lift my spirit high

اسودت هذه الايامthese days darkened

بنذير شؤمby a bad Omen

الغربان السوداء...the black crows

تعود ثانيةare back again

اصوات حاده مبكرهeerily sharp sounds

تحفر كشفره etched as a razor

غشاء اذنيthe membranes of my ear

مثيرة الاشمئزاز هذه الايامdreadfully hot these days

بداخلي قشعريره غريبهinside me a strange chill

اشعر بعدم التنفسI feel out of breath

على وشك الاغماءI am about to faint

جسمي المتعب يتألمmy tired body is eking

للابد هذه الاايامforever these days

تجرح الندب الرفيعهcuts thin scars in the

قزحية عيوني الخضراءgreen iris of my eyes

حزينة هذه الايامthese sad days

بلغ قلبي سنين العم my heart aged years

قتلت هذه الايام الحزينهthese sad days killed

ما بداخلي من طفولهthe child inside me

و مشاهد وللأبدforever these awful sights

من ارض المجزرهfrom a slaughter field

لا مكان للاختباء و الايواءnowhere to hide or shield

فقط بداخل نفسيonly inside of me my self

حاملا قوة يديcaring strong hands

مغطيا فتحة فميsoft cover my open mouth

من رائحه متعفنه from the acrid odor

لجسد انسان مسكينof poor human flesh

احترق و تفحمburnt to black charcoal

هناك انكسر السهمthere on a broken shaft

اسفل نافذتي المهشمهbelow my shattered window

كما في المرآه اشاهد as in a mirror I watch

و استطيع ان ارىand I can see it

بأم عيوني with my own eyes

حمامة بيضاء و بجناح a white dove with one wing

ارتفعت كي تهربlifted spreed as to escape

وقعدت بالمصيدهtrapped she is drowning

في دم كثيف متعفنin thick rotting blood

دخان اطارات محترقهsmoke from burning tires

قطع اسمنتيه تحطمتcement blocks crushed to dust

رائحة المجاريsmell of raw sewage

تنبث منsimpering out from old

انابيب مكسوره قديمهbroken pipes strong stank

كالامونيا رائحهof ammonia from

اجساد بشر مساكينpoor human bodies

لم تغتسل لأيام عدهunwashed for many days

و على ركبنا العاريه نصليon our bare knees we pray

من اجل غيث الصيفto God for summer rain

ليرحمنا الله و بنا يلطفto bless us to soothe us

و ينظف الهواء الملوثto clean thick filthy air

رذاذ المطر الخفيفthe showers of soft rain

صلينا من اجله سوفwe prayed for never

لا يأتي بموعده ليحميناcame in time to protect us

من هذاfrom this hell and

من الشمس الحارقهfrom the burning sun

حول كل هذا الكهفall over this somber place

وجدت مقتطفات ذكرياتfragments of memories found

حياة المساكين كل مكانeverywhere poor human lives

انتقلت بأجزاء صغيرهtransformed into tiny molecules

استرجعهم كنفس عميقI breath them and deep

اشربهم كالظمآنin so thirsty I drink them

بل يجب ان ابتلعهمand I must swallow them

متذوقا حلو مذاق المرtaste the sweet bitter taste

يجب ان انقلهم of them and I must transform

الى نظامي الهشthem into my fragile system

سوف no where else they will find

و هروب اكثر امنا انسحاباa safer escape for retreat

من هذه الكارثهfrom this disaster

ما من احد يواسينيno one can comfort me

و يشفي جروحيheal my wounds

انت فقط عزيزي لا تزالonly you my dear are you still

ترقبني احفظ عيونكwatching me - keeping your eyes

مملوءه بحب ابديfull of endless love guarding me

من فوقنا سماء سوداءfrom the dark skies above

هل ما زلت قوياare you still the strong

كصقر شجاعbrave falcon you use

ليحوم من فوقيto be hovering over me

و من فوق و طنكover your homeland

و من فوق شعبكand over our people

بعد هذه الايام الحزينهafter these sad days

ابدا لن ابقى طفلهIll never be the child

وكما تعودت ان اكون امرأة and women I use to be

والآن لا لن اغمض عينايI cant close my eyes

لاصدقها و يجب ان ارىto believe it - I have to see

يجب ان المسهاو اشعI have to touch it - to feel

محاولا الان ان اغلق اذنيI will try to close my ears now

لكن اصوات الرعبfrom the sound of horror

باقية طرقاتهاkeep hammering loud

صدى في رأسيechoes in to my head

محاولة تصديقI will try to make believe

ااها ليست حقيقits not for real

حاولت ان انام الانI will fall asleep now

سامعا نحيباhear the laments from

صديقنا العزيز باكياour dear friends bewailing

على من فقدوا احباءا over lost love ones

و جرحى و امواتاthe wounded and the dead

اطفالا امهاتا و اباءاthe children, mothers, fathers

زوجات و ازواجا wives and husbands

تماما كما انا as I ones was

عليك باكياweeping over you

نذير شؤمa bad Omen

من فوق غربانthe black crows above

تعتم سماؤ الصيف الزرقاءdarken blue summer skies

قطع من قنابلfragmentation killing bombs

مرسلة اجزاء حاده sharp razor released

مفجرة اجساداflechettes explode

لقطع لحم و عظامinto flesh into bones

و افئدة و ادمغهinto hearts and brains

محتجزه بداخل جبالياtrapped inside Jabalya

واطلاق نار عنيف على قطاع غزهanother Zion Inferno on Gaza

و شعبنا تدريجياour people now slowly

يكافحون بجدران من النارare strangled by walls of fire

رمال و فضلات خطرهsand and contaminated waste

و قطع اسمنتيةcement blocks concrete

و جدران و اسلاكwalls and bobbed wire

لا مياه نظيفهno clean water

لا طعام للتغذيهno food to eat

لا مكان للاختباء و الايواءno where to hide for shield

و القناصون الاسرائليونيستهدفون شIsraeli snipers targeting our people

و تفترس عيونهم الشيطانيهevil eyes are preying

اطفالنا الذين يلعبونon our children playing

لا يوجد مكانا للذهاب اليهwe have no place to go

لا طرق لآمنه no roads to safety no safe

لا ملجاء آمن داخل بيوتناhaven inside our own home

2004 حقوق النسخ هيامHiyam Noir

Copyright2004
Translation by Mahdi

Dear Hiyam

I just wanted to say, i am very proud of you, what you done for the Palestinian people

Palestinian people did not do what you done for Palestine
God bless you my friend

From Ahmad
Just another "Uprooted Palestinian"
Amman Jordan

Wednesday April 26 2006 8:00 AM

Thank you Ahmad

So many good people have fought and or died for Palestine, long before I even was born and do you know what…. Out of the Palestinian cataclysm and even long before the Nakba, have emerged great writers, journalists, artists, poets and..resistance fighters.

However I am told that I am the first modern poet writing poetry and lyrics online and in English-Arabic, for and about the Palestinian résistance, I am also told my poetry have affected many over the course of the last decades dramatic political events.

The base of my objectives - are my concerns for the millions of Palestinians living their lives, scattered around in different countries, in many temporary refuge camps, around Jordan, in Lebanon, Syria and Iraq and inside the occupied Palestine and 48.
The well - off - well - established Palestinians abroad - or local, are not the concern of mine, I am certain they will survive, with or without mine or others support or advocacy.

Hiyam Noir

August 24 2011

Elegy of a weary smile.

2011-09-11T03:53:00.002+03:00

In the old glimmer glass

I see a faint manifestation

Of daylight through the cracks

A thought,a shimmer of reflection

The slightest breeze will diminish it

A vague recollection,of a despairing view

I try to understand the signs

The brightness of my smile is gone

Our future is hanging there in a tread

The moon the stars are gleaming faintly

A sudden intense burst of energy

A brief beam of light casts life free

Over this gloomy sleeping town

It makes me so depressed

Across the dull brown water of the lake

Into the utter darkness of the night

The lonely Whooping Crane is weeping

Two rotten rodents lay there

Inside her platform nest.

By Hiyam Noir

August 2011

Ode to Palestine (1)

2011-09-07T19:52:00.003+03:00

Copyright Hiyam Noir Poetry4Palestine Photo IKB Gaza

Ode to Palestine (1)

Poem by Hiyam Noir
Artwork by Fathi Ghaben

قصيدة من اجل فلسطين

فلسطين قلب العرب ستكون حرة من جديد

بقلم: هيام نوار – نيويورك –29 إبريل نيسان 2011

انتهى البحث الطويل

في سراب اللا يقين

وانتهى المشي بخطوات متعثرة

وتحسس الأشياء في عتمة المجهول

لسعتنا ذكريات الطفولة

مثل طعم خمر عتيق

سوف تخبو الذكريات القديمة

لكنها تبقى - لن تزول

كل شيء يظل ساكنا في المخيلة

يستدعي ذكريات زمان خلى

يتجرع أهوال العار والمهانة

طي صفحة جديدة يبعث في النفس قبسا من نور

نور يبعث على الأمل في غد مشرق

مثل خيط الفضة يتمدد عبر منسوجة جدارية

الحزن على فقدان الأحبة

في آلاف القبور يستريح المقاتلون من اجل الحرية

وفي ساحات كثيرة يلتقي الناس للصلاة

لاجل بحر نظيف لطالما لوثته علوج الغاصبين

لأجل إصلاح أدوات الصيد

التي خربتها أيادي الآثمين

لأجل استحضار محاصيل القمح

التي لم تمسسها قط أيادي الفلاحين

كن على يقين, فالشياطين تؤمن أن الشر يؤتي أكله دائما

إذا ما تعهدته أيادي المجرمين

فينتج أشرارا ما كان لها أن تصير

مثل الجرائم وأعمال العنف

قذائفهم ضربت مدارسنا

بيوتنا

مزارعنا

آناء الليل و آناء النهار

بها قتلوا أطفالنا... فلذات أكبادنا ... نالوا من أجسادهم اليانعة

والآن عندما تلاطمت أمواج البحر

وانقلب "الوضع الراهن" رأسا على عقب

وفرحت القلوب بالانقلاب من النقيض إلى النقيض

وانتهت الولاءات الخائبة إلى زوال

وأصبح الناس يهتفون ..نحن أحرار نحن أقوياء

على مائدة إفطار متأخر كان اللقاء

بمعية أصدقاء حلفاء

إنه يوم الجائزة

لأجل فلسطين الحبيبة

سيكون حرا من جديد

قلب العروبة النابض

Translation from English to Arabic

By Khalid Amayreh

" Ode to Palestine "(1)

By Hiyam Noir

The long blindly search

and the uncertainty is over

and the moving with small unsure steps

our groping hands will at last come to rest
.

stung by memories from our early childhood
recalling memories that are the past

as the very bitter taste of old wine

our bad memories will fade, but last

the sum of everything retained by our mind

the picking in all shames and humiliation

the grieving over the loss of our people
.

in thousand graves
rests our freedom fighters

in thousand memorials 0ur gatherings to pray

called down the spirits of our polluted sea

for our fishing tools they have destroyed

for our crops that labor hands never have harvested
.

devils always found a spiteful work for idle hands

all the awful things they never should have done

such as the most forceful, violent crimes

the evil that men do will long live after them
.

their missiles struck our schools and homes

they fired rockets and erased our farmlands

their shelling continued through the nights and days
.
sound reflections lengthen in the dust and haze
pierced through the eerie stillness long after the blaze
they killed our children with lead bullets
.
now when surface levels off
the oceans are turning
Status Que in middle east to be upend
we are so thrilled about this awesome shift
abandoned are the shameful allegiances

.
people chanting we are free, we feel the power

having a late breakfast with our new allies

a great reward for our tireless work

to the good cause of Palestine

the big heart of Arab people
.

turning a new page in our history

will bring the bright glimmer

as pure long silver threads

in the finest woven pattern

of our ancient tapestry.

May 14 2011

"Palestine is the heart of Arab countries”
Hiyam Noir PalestineFreeVoice January 2011

A Love Poem

2011-09-02T04:57:00.005+03:00

By Hiyam Noir

قصيدة حب a Love Poem

من تلك اللحظهFrom the moment

tحيث رفع قناع زفافhe lifted her wedding veil

lادركت انها تقدسهshe knew she worshiped him

عند بزوغ الفجرnow almost at dawn

استعادة بعضا منshe restored some

التشابه و النظامresemblance of order

العروس و لا العريسneither bride nor groom

لم يقروا بالتعبadmitted being tired

فاقترحوا افطارا مبكراsuggesting early breakfast

وهي تأكل بعنايهand she eat carefully

و على الفك الاأيمنon the right side of her mouth

سكب الشاي اللذيذhe sipped delicious tea

كشيء خاصsuch a specialty

و عضدت شفتهاshe bit her lip and

و احمر وجههاshe blushed hoping

لا احد لاحظهاno one noticed

ان ذلك كان للحظهit was a short moment

و قبل ان تتكلمbefore he spoke

و لم يد and he did not know

كيف يجيبهاhow to answer her

لا يجب عليك اyou don't have to

تقول اي شىء فقط ان تأكليsay anything just eat

اختي الصغيره لا أظنlittle sister I didn't think

انك تحبين العاداتyou like traditions he said

هي لا تدر كيف تجيبهshe did not know how to answer

rقالت نحن متزوجان الانolder brother we are married now

و قالت نحن لدينا حياتناwe have a lifetime my husband she said

و انت بامكانك الانتظارyou will not mind waiting she said

هل حقا تدركينdo you truly understand

يا اختي الصغيرهlittle sister he said

هي تذكرت she remembered what

عندما سألها هامساwhen he had asked her and whispered

الحرير الابيض الناعم يطفو بنعومهthe white soft silk floated gently

حتى الاسفل و عند قدميهاto the floor at her bare feet's

و ظلال زوايا الغرفهshadowed corners of the room

تدعو الى الموده الساحرهinvited intimacy and magic

التي احب, و لم يحبhe both liked and didn't like

ان يكون متزوجا من غريبهto be married to a stranger

وبينهما لحظة صمتthe silent lingered between them

و رأته مبتسما بسعادهhappily now she have seen him smile

و للحظه انعدم الكلامfor a moment neither spoke

و الحركه و حتى النفسor moved or even breathed

و فجأة انقطع الكلاso sudden the spell was broken

تأمل الاسره بعدة ابناءthe family's hopes for many sons

اححتاجوا أما واحده لكل الابناءa mother of all the sons they needed

و عليها ان تؤدي الفرائض\]she now must perform the ritual

في كل الساعات و الايامat all hours day by day

اختي الصغيره, قال بهدوءlittle sister he calmly said

لا بد انك تجيدين الخياطهyou must sew beautifully

و صفقت بيديهاshe clapped her hand

sو قبل اناملهاhe kissed her fingers

و سألها هل تلعبين الشطرنجhe asked her - do you write poetry

اجابت : انها لعبة صعبهshe said difficult game

ثم سألand he askedهل تقرأينcan you read

فأجا : she smiled - and said- a little

و كذلك الشطرنج قليلا\as I write poetry a little

كلاهما لا يريدان الن يناماneither wanted go to bed

على المقاعد حتى الصباح جلthey sat in chairs til morning

و سمحت عيونها الشرقيه she let her eastern eyes

ان تهيم على وجههwander over the face of

الغريب الان زوجها a stranger now her husband

تمنت ان تكون بين.she wished to be among her own

اخبرها ان تأخذ كل الوقتhe said to her take all the time

الوقت اختي الذي تحتاجينthe time you need little sister

هي ذهبت لغرفة النومshe went into the bedroom

بكل اناقتهin her spare elegance

سرير ذا رائحة انbed scented by a women's perfume

وخصلة شعر اسود على الوسادهa strand of black hair on the pillowcase

قالت بامكانك الخول أخيmy brother you may enter she said

جدران الغرفه كانت رطبهthe walls slightly wet of perspiration

و بعد لحظه كاناa moment later they where

في عناقcaught in an embrace

شخصا ما حكيما كان someone wiser came

هناك ليواسيهمto comfort them

هي سوف لا تكون سعيدshe will not be unhappy

هو سوف لا يكون مستا he not discontent

6/15/04 by Hiyam Noir

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Palestinian Child - Mothers Treasure and Fathers Pride

2011-08-18T11:37:00.003+03:00

Four months old baby boy, Mohammed Al-Borai
carried in his fathers arms

In a crime this afternoon
a child is wounded to death

on the ravished ground
not a crumb of life is left

weep for a lost life
touch a small pale face

cold hand in the palm
of a warm hand

dear little child
without fault or stain

a mothers treasure
and a fathers pride

two broken hearts
deep sorrow inside

Poem by Hiyam Noir

Photo by Fady Adwan

Many Palestinian children died in Zionist massacres
in Gaza Strip early spring 2008

The Old Fedayeen

2011-08-15T07:33:00.033+03:00

The old Fedayeen

By Hiyam Noir

From a distance

I could see him walking

the gunfire grew closer

I hear him roaring

when he was shot

then the silence

I watch him falling

by the force plunged down

crouched on the dirt road

tried to move on upwards

broke his arm and hand

a staccato burst of fire

the shooting started again

cut through thick air of the night

exploding bullets in the sand

one of the brave Fedayeen

a life is gone in a split of a second

one good man a grandfather

lies there lifeless on a stretcher

a keffiyeh tied around his neck

a blood streaked face

concealed so mercifully
.

a corpse exposed

ready for dissection

I want to say to all the world

he was a noble man and strong

some men are weak and wrong

afraid to stand up for the right

inside the largest open air prison

behind the cold hard iron fence

strong smell of ammonia

and the stank of death

in this terrible and violent place

guards recessed watch from dark shadows

manipulated from above by threaded strings

brothers files abused sources analyzed
picked up are the black telephones

new orders given of next execution

loyal allies with dumb hollow heads

they sit there looking down in shame

miserable cowards and so insane

harried men with darkest records

political puppets of a savage brand

they betrayed and brokered dead

securely last phase of traps are set

the hour is now getting very late

sounds of tattoo in the sun dawn

heels against the pavement echoes

stopped by the curb in front of the edge
the traitors deserve to die them selves

repayment is the death for death

August 14 2011

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Photo of Nizar Rayan
The poem does not relate to the assassination of Nizar Rayan.
Nizar Rayan,March 6,1959–January 1,2009 - a highly respected Mudjahidin, a professor of Islamic law,one of Hamas top five decision-makers, a top clerical authority within Hamas, was assassinated on New Years eve, December 31, 2008, by a bomb dropped from a warplane in the Zionist chemical war “Operation Cast Lead”on Gaza.Nizar Rayan died with his four wives and two of his children in his home in the Jabalya refuge camp.
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Cross Addictions

2011-08-11T08:28:00.042+03:00

To Mo

Little by little

one by one

I kicked them all

now I am a clean

and healthy human machine

never more I'll fail and fall

I was devastated

when I with the razor

forced to cut the cords

then the cords I separated

then I foundered on a rock

lonely and depressed

every belief every perception

Indemnification evaluation and decision

in the judgment I confessed

in him

my stars and universe discovered

the lost continent of my full spirit

he unfroze me filled the void inside my heart

he connected all the failing parts

from the first hot sparks

to the last dying ember fizzled out

right now life stopped to deteriorate

no more games and hard control

no more need to be submissive

no more need to dominate

no more need to subordinate

no more broken promises and desires

life is back right in my open hand

and the fire in my heart

and the clearness of my brain

no more cross addictions

Acknowledged - encouraged - approved - and recognized.

Hiyam Noir

August 9 /2005

بدون ندم Without Repent

2011-08-06T08:25:00.073+03:00

By Hiyam Noir

Beit Hanoun, Gaza Palestine

It was twilight the silence after

in Beit Hanoun

ambulances parked along the streets

piled with corpses

some remains still warm

Fumes over execution ground

the air is dust filled

sweet smell of dread, fear and death

Again and again

I hear the rumbling sound

down by the alley as firecrackers

a farewell to our love ones

breaking away leaving

poor flesh and bones

reaching out and up

a wonderful adventure

for the blessed few

to rest in our cosmos

divided never more

Military fordon confronting barbed wire

Israeli terrorist in blood spattered uniforms

pale smeared faces without emotions

so empty eyes cold stiff frozen

as marionettes overlooking scene

of their barbaric crime

A sad little girl

her mind pierced

from this grim sight

sits on the soiled ground

counting her fingers

dreaming back

to a quite home

untouched by destruction

thinking of games small battles

that where no betrayals

the games dreamed of

have never been played

The old and tired

walk through homes in ruins

dreadful pain inside a broken heart

heavy burden on thin shoulder

holding black plastic bags

in search for remnants

recalling memories

A young knight rests

with no comfort

on a side walk

as if he was left there

after he was shot

reaching his hand out

for honest answer

whispering why me, why me

his leg moves up and down

shedding it's lifeblood

all of a sudden

becomes so still

A strong brave falcon

with broken wings in dignity

now leaving this somber place

where no harmony reigns

no flowers thrives

An open door cracker

then whimper sadly

the sound so hollow

when shut with a bang

Long strands of gray hair

in moonlight skimmer

lifted in a soft breeze

from warm August winds

I ask my self

is this nightmare unending

and I stay there

so alone silent weeping

how can I ease

this long, long pain

God let the hatred

in my dark eyes

as wide open furnaces

leave the barbarians

dumb, blind and deaf

Before you God will

throw them in to the fire

for many reasons

I shall just stand there

watch those charred bones

burning to charcoal

to become extinct

We have been foretold

it's late too late for solicit

our hard struggle will

now achieve its end

Soon Palestine will be free

regain lost standing

without sheer remission

and no repent.

Amen

Thank you God !

Hiyam Noir 2003

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Beit Hanoun and the Bloody Siege

As we say Beit Hanoun for Gaza people it jumps to the mind the image of the green gardens that surrounded from all the four sides. But the savage Zionist who has been accustomed with destroying refused to leave this piece of land as it is. Beit Hanoun now surrounded by extremely yellow land.

Demolishing trees become a favorite hobby that kills everything breathing on the land. Trees is a very cruel enemy for the occupation, even chickens and cows farms also has been destructed.

The martyr's number is now 10 and tens of injuries.Al Awda Hospital strategic location on Tallezatar near Beit Hanoun village has a great effect upon decreasing numbers of injuries.It has received 35 case in a day 5 on them are dangerous cases and has entered the operation room and has a successful medical operation.

Moreover, Al Awda near by place helps to decrease in the upper side of the bodies which accomplished the cases.Help … Awda:1This is a woman's shout from the under siege Beit Hanoun to rescue her daughter who suffers from delivery pain, the woman's case becomes a hardly case when the ambulance team hurries up to pick her up direct to the hospital.

The ambulance passed through a very hard and unpaved way to inter the village they succeeded to take the women and run back to the hospital but, unfortunately Israeli soldiers surrounded them and prevented them departing from the area, although they are hearing women's shouting from the hard delivery pain.The ambulance driver called the Gynecology & Obstetrics department in the hospital to have instructions from the doctors there to help the woman to safly have her baby.

The case becomes dangerous and dangerous and has lost a very big amount from sign that means it needs a cesarean surgery and the ambulance is not equipped for such an operation.The doctors team at Al Awda hospital continued to give instructions to get out form this situation with a very low losses.A matter that increases the situation difficulty is that it is the first baby for this woman and all the team wishes to rescue her life and her baby's life.UHWC, requested help from the red cross and human rights organization with an attempt to open the road to led the ambulance pass but vain.

After a while bulldozers came and completely closed the road in front of the ambulance.4 hours were long as 40 years the woman suffering from delivery pain, ambulance is not well equipped for delivery and no doctor existed. At last they saw the municipality bulldozers is coming to open the road which has just been closed.

The team cheered out but not for a long time, the soldiers neglected the coordination with the red cross and opened the fire on the bulldozers wheels to stop it before it opens the road.In spite of all the risks Al Awda medical team prepared itself to do caesarian operation in the unprepared ambulance but they failed to enter because of the fire shooting from all sides.

At last, after 4 hours of suffering the ambulance driver has a chance to get out under a heavy fire shooting on them.They reached Al Awda hospital (7 minutes away from the ambulance) with a real miracle.In a hurry an operation has been made, the woman has her boy who insisted to see light to be eyewitness on the Zionist terrorism.This was Tuesday morning 8/7/2004 and the siege is still lied i

Hatem Leqrenawe
Health Educator UHWC

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Hiyam, you are a great poet your poems are full with wisdom and compassion God bless you ..Amira

12:09 AM, février 16, 2010, Maria

This blog is amazing, thank you.
maria, Norway
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At the edge of the ocean

2011-07-29T06:01:00.043+03:00

The milky way

Once upon a time at the edge of the ocean - a message I sent

into the darkness of an unclouded sky

And I waited and waited

I pointed my finger to grasp it

let me touch and see what is hidden

I know someone is out there and watching

and believe me or not - I have found it

I live to inspire in a journey of magic

not to persist in a sense of delusion

The truths are so easy to understand

once ascertain you know well about it

You can twist it and bend it and twist it

when the truth is your unshakable faith

What we leave behind when we are gone

is not an image applied to a wall

it is woven into the lives of the others

I have never believed in imagination

I can watch the most peculiar things without fear

When I lose myself

in a thought and my intuition

and my common sense

have taught me - not to feel identical

to the myths of my ancient culture

So believe me or not - I have found it and touched it

And I know I am an existential part of it.

By Hiyam Noir

July 24 2011

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This is my Poetry4Palestine

2011-07-23T05:27:00.014+03:00

"Palestine always on my mind" 28/100/2004

Artwork by Hiyam Noir

July 23, 2011

Oh yeah for sure

Here I am unmasked

I am the a'vantgardist

And the Palestine Activist

Serving in the Noble arts

Of resistance Poetry-

4Palestine was born free

A beautiful morning January 1, 2003

Radical and adventurous

A creative a daredevil

Reckoned as true and actual

Not to be taken lightly

Genuine - earnest and free

Free of pretense and falsehood.

My mom and dad told me

You can be – anything you want to be

My 3 teachers said: She is gifted

Confidant and difficult to catch

I said I know I have an aptitude

A natural endowment of talent

I have quality

And sensitivity

And aggressiveness

And never yield under pressure

And structured

And passionate

And compassionate.

Who are these imitators ?

Not the proletariat?

The poverty -stricken

Have not the means of time

It is the petty wannabes

They are the damned copy-cats

So abnormally disposed to envy.

A good friend asked:

Where is the grace ?

Where is the courtesy ?

Who give you homage ?

They should pay tribute to you

For all your work and time

I said to him: Somehow they have done.

They almost killed me more than ones ...

I am still here,and this is what I am thinking

Not meant to belittle you ....

Here is what you should do:

Get your self a life

Get some stuff done

Get a disregarded house in order

Sick from dysfunctional values.
.

Stop justify the actions

Of your dictators and tyrants

Get some respect and dignity

Delegate authority

And bestow the rights

Do you have a timeline

To make the moral choices

restore your neglected diseases.

Stop wasting mine and your time

Stop pimping property from others

Emasculate your feeling of inferior status

Its simply not a good option

To fool yours self and others

Copy the origin as closely as possible

A lawsuit of at least 500.000 shekel

For dupery

And pettifoggery

And chicanery

And knavery

And stupidity..

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Hierarchical change is here.

2011-07-22T08:16:00.003+03:00

Poetry4Palestine

Climbing high steep hills

in a slow pace motion

mighty struggle every day

endlessly upheavals

repeated without rest

our earth was upside down

suddenly a logical conclusion

our lives has turned around

our feet's are on the ground

our standing now acquired

hierarchical change is here

alteration of old methods

values unsafe structures

daring dusty old political elites

archaic myths revealed as nonsense

shredded are old worthless remnants

infused new vigor into the movement

a strange sense of creative feelings

we want change in distribution

of social status and of wealth

our success the great sum

...will never fail in our efforts

impatient and desperate

fueled by fire from within

with effort to the work at hand

we will make our dreams come true

no more futile games for power

no more castles in quick sand

we the people know too well

what to seek in our life

we will overcome and win

only what is goal achieving

we will build a strong foundation

clean water in surrounding soil

new blood in our roots will flow

healthy offshoots will branch out

keep on climbing not to quit

getting all what we desire

with a love of our land.

By Hiyam Noir

February 19 2011 - 00:32

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Ahmed Fouad Khayat : "Palestine is the heart of Arab countries"

February 21 2011 12:39pm

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Palestinian peoples power - could it be a game-changer ?

Haifa Fire-Storm"The Lords Revelation"The Mother of Nature on Judgment Day

2011-07-22T02:35:00.002+03:00

"The Lords Revelation"

The Mother of Nature on Judgment Day

God have responded to the prayers of our martyrs ...

God have responded to the tears of our mothers ...

God have responded to the laud cry from our children ...

We have responded to God for the homeless ...

God have responded to the call of the wounded ...

Even Mother Nature hates the Israelis ...

Burnt to the ground and they do not want to ...

He arrived in divine justice finally ...

God has imprisoned life inside the fire ...

It is the Lord's vengeance ...

No gloating in the death ... but the killers

Mother Nature revealed the lies ...

Exposed the Israelis ...

And exposed the myth of counterfeit ...

They have demonstrated to the world...

They are in a state of emergency...

And prepared for any war ...

But God's war .. no time-frame, nor later...

Wreaked vengeance.. like for like ..evil for evil...

Still disguised..surveying the shortcoming of the Israelis...

The rate of speed.. it's now accelerating ...

Not accountable to the best of humanity...

No one more vulnerable than the Palestinian child ...

To Hiyam Noir

from Gaza

December 4 2010

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P O E T R Y 4 P A L E S T I N E

A New Jihad Will Be Born

Landscape of Tragedy

By Hiyam Noir: To Rafah " The Stronghold of Palestinian Resistance"

اضربوا الجدارStrike the Wall

Hiyam Noir Poetry4Palestine: In Remembrance

Two of the same kind

Thanks-Giving: The feast of Gluttony

ONLY WHAT HEROES CAN DO –YOU’VE DONE

Michael's agony...

A family fire burns low in Khan Younis

أيام في ألندمDays of Penitence - The Jabalia Massacre

Elegy of a weary smile.

Ode to Palestine (1)

A Love Poem

Palestinian Child - Mothers Treasure and Fathers Pride

Four months old baby boy, Mohammed Al-Boraicarried in his fathers arms

The Old Fedayeen

Cross Addictions

بدون ندم Without Repent

At the edge of the ocean

This is my Poetry4Palestine

Hierarchical change is here.

Haifa Fire-Storm"The Lords Revelation"The Mother of Nature on Judgment Day

Four months old baby boy, Mohammed Al-Borai
carried in his fathers arms