Blog about Palestine

Palestine...it is my home that I have never set foot in, it is the land I love without boundaries.

My heart cries for Palestine, I want to touch its soil even once in my life. My heart and soul are always with Palestine, it is a part of my prayer ritual. I pray that one day we get our freedom we get our right to return. I pray for the gruesome murders and unfairness to stop, for children to start living like they are supposed to without fear, for mothers to be able to sleep the night without worrying that tomorrow or the day after she may lose some or all of her children. I pray for families to live together all in one place without a brother, a son an uncle in the isreali prisons for life. I pray that children can go to school or out to play and come back home safely. I pray that wives and husbands are not widowed too soon, and children are not orphaned when they are still young. I pray for people to live in peace and harmony and for all of us Palestinians born all over the world to reunite and meet in our homeland, a land who’s love was born in our heart...

Palestine will always be a part of us, it will never be forgotten, I am instilling the love of Palestine into my children just like my parents have done before...if Israel (tfoo) thinks that Palestine will be eventually forgotten then they are wrong..

I am a Palestinian and proud of it...

my home in palestine!

This is my hometown in Palestine. It was called Suhmata. A place that no longer exists. One of those houses is my grandfather's house. This is where my grandfather fell in love with my grandmother and married her. A place where my father would have grown up instead of going from one camp to another in Lebanon. A place for me to call home.

If 1948 did not happen I might have been living there now. Even if I did live abroad, I would have had a place to go back to. A place I could call home and really believe it down in my heart! Nowhere else is home really, not Lebanon, not Jordan, not Canada...I am and will always be a Palestinian so my true home is Palestine.

My family is spread all over the world. We barely know each other. I see my last name on a group on facebook , and I wonder who the heck are these people? Are they my cousins, my cousin's counsins? Their parents and grandparents probably know mine, but I do not know them! My family is very big; If we were living there now ,Suhmata would been 1000x bigger.

To my family, my homeland, and my hometown, I salute you and pray that one day you will be our true home again!

If I was ever given a chance to go back in time, I will go back to Palestine pre 1948, a time when our country belonged to us. When the streets of palestine were not full of the blood of the innocent. I cannot even imagine how that might be!

Palestinian Children

I borrowed this video from Summer's blog

I still have no idea how to post a clip on my blog..if anyone knows feel free to help me:)

anyways...this is so sad, I feel so helpless not being able to do anything to help these kids out. I lived in a Palestinian camp in Lebanon for few months, and I went to school there from preschool to grade 6. The camps were horrible and at some places disgusting, but they are 100000000000000000x times better than the camps in palestine, so I can not even begin to imagine how horrible their lives in these camps are.

The URL to the video is:
http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.fullscreen&videoid=1380469430

Min Sijin Akka

I have been looking for this song online for a while now, and I finally found it..so yippy!

If my dandy link does not work , since I am so new to blogging it is min sijin Akka..

Sorry to any non arabic speaking visitors, you will have no idea what I am talking about.

Can anyone listen to this song and not tear up?? It is my all time favourite song, I think over the years I have heard thousands of times. The first time I heard it I was about 6 or 7. We were driving in Lebanon, to go for a picnic and the song was playing. When he got to the part about dying like lions, I laughed so hard. What did I know I was so young, and did not understand. My much older cousin who was visiting us from Saida (Saidon) at the time was in the car with us, and she explained to me what the song is about, and ever since that song has a special place in my heart.

To anyone who does not know what the song is about, the song is called (from the Akka (Acre) prison, a funeral has emerged)In brief, during the British mandate of Palestine and their assistance to the zionist activities, our people started to resist and were faced by the British occupation who sought to crush them without mercy. Tuesday was known as the day of execution (by hanging - believe it or not!). The three heros: Mohammad Jamjoum, Fu'ad Hijazi and Ata Az-Ziir were scheduled for "mass execution" and after handing their will to their relatives and saying farewell to their moms, dads and sisters, they competed to the hanging ropes in a display of heroism that lived and will continue to live in our memory. The song is very emotional and if you understand Arabic, it is hard to control your tears. (from http://www.palestine-net.com/media/)

Palestine

Sometimes I feel that I do not deserve to say I am Palestinian. I have not done anything for the cause; I am not suffering like Palestinians are in Palestine. I live here in Canada in peace, and worry about shallow things like losing weight and buying shoes.

But damn it, I am Palestinian. My kids are Palestinians whether they like it or not. But what ‘s not to like? Palestinians are awesome people (most of them). My five-year-old son wondered few months ago why did we go to Jordan when we visited the mid east and not falastine if that is where we come from. What do you answer to that? I will instil in him the love of Palestine that I have, my husband has dug up hundreds of pages about the history or Palestine, so we can better learn and teach it to our kids.

For the longest time my dream was to go to the Al-quds, I would still love to go there, but I am not very hopeful. I remember my grandfather used to always say do not bury me here (Lebanon) I want to be buried in Suhmata (the village no longer exists I believe). Needless to say, he was buried in Lebanon, and never did make it back to his village. When he left it in 1948 he never thought he would never see his home again! I wish I can remember the stories he told about it, but it was so long ago..

Maybe one day we will get to see the land we dream about, I have promised my son that I will take him there, I hope I will be able to keep the promise one day. The closest I have gotten to palestine is going to the dead sea in Jordan, the water that I touched did touch the shores of Palestine.