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Gluten Free Manaeesh


This is the video of a poem I performed last November for Words And Strings event here in Doha, Qatar.
This is the second time I perform at a poetry event. I am overcoming the anxiety of performing in front of audience. I hope next performance will be better.


The Autopsy



The autopsy doesn’t show
the horror
the screams
the laughs
the helplessness
the pain
the gloats
the fire
the grudge
the agony
the last moment
the last thought
the last breath

 The autopsy does show
the burnt flesh
the chemicals
the smell
the stillness
the innocence
the death
your name
where you rest

 The autopsy doesn’t show
the ascending
the wings
the wholeness
the holiness
the light
the solace
the sanctuary
the purity
the heavens

 The autopsy of killers is known.
burnt souls
burnt hearts
and be brunt.

Never forget, never forgive…Muhammad AbuKhudair and all Palestinian children killed by Israel.






You’re not missing anything, and you are missing everything.
No sunshine to relieve your AC-frozen bones,
No summer breeze that reminds you of the beauty of the shades.
Familiar faces are everywhere.
but to them, you can’t relate.
Hibernation is the new luxury.
An opportunity to afford
An opportunity.
And you fight for it,
Nothing makes you yield
A comfort zone.
There’s only home on hold.
A fortresses of concrete.
A window to haze.
A meal of gratefulness.
And a feast of loneliness.
And a desert that extends as far as the eyes can see,
As exile runs deep.
Existence and not living.
Missing everything and nothing.

For you



A poem written is written many times,
First time to tell,
Second time to express,
    Third time to be felt,
      Last time to be read
by you.

A poem loved is loved many times,
First time for words,
  Second time for meaning,
    Third time for music,
      Last time because,
it’s for you.

A poem remembered is remembered many times,
First time for memories,
   Second time for the glory,
    Third time for the eternity,
      Last time for
it’s about you.

Masks of life


It’s National Poetry Month. And as much as I wish I can write a poem each day of the month, we all know that’s quite unattainable goal (if we stress quality not quantity). But I will publish every poem I have written or wrote in April regardless.
So will share this one:

Woke up and wore the masks of life.
the thick air felt heavy.
Like some kidney stones in lungs.
The first flimsy grey light.
Not sure if it was meant to replace darkness
or make its absence more sublime.

They declared an old beginning for
Something we wait to end.
The swamps of us hobbling aimlessly for a meaning.
All feelings molded in one shape.
Despair begets comfort that nothing will change.
Hope begets ache as things stay the same.
The hands of time walk us step
By step.
While we look at our wrists
Afraid to be late on our way to nowhere.
Let’s laugh at the joke.
The joke that we’re made of.
Let’s put on a face.
The face that gives no mirror.
Let the day pass by us.
As if we notice that it passed.
As if it counts.
As if we could tell its sunrise from its sundown.
As if it matters .as if it makes a difference. As if it makes sense.
Because still..
tomorrow,we will all be wearing the masks of life.
Breathing kidney stones.
And laboring to find clear vision.
To find meaning to time.

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The Dreams of a Palestinian


They say dreams come true.
But the dreams of a Palestinian
don’t come through.
At a checkpoint,
They get stopped, searched, and stripped.

When smuggled,
They reach dead-end.
They say dreams are valid.
But the dreams of a Palestinian
are like his existence.
Deniable, `

My dreams crush 3 km into the sea.
Get uprooted like the olives trees.
My dreams are apartheid walled.
Get deflated like a balloon on barbwire.

On surveillance camera, watched.

Yet my dreams are real and big.
They survive and revive.
Planted the sky

Cultivated in Palestine.


Full. Stop.


Move on.
From one stop.
To a final stop.
Unstoppable. Stops.
A Full stop.

Full. Stop.
In a sea.
Escape. Fire. Waves. War.
Sunk bottom.
Dark. Shock. Chocked.
Unstoppable. Stop.

Drone. Black Hawk.
Run. Blur.
Drop. Dropped.