Monthly Archives: March 2013

262 days of Darkness–SAMER TAREK ISSAWY

Prisoner, Samer Tarek-El Essawy
178 Days of Hunger 179 Days of Injustice 180 Days of Worry 181 Days of Agony 182 Days of HELL 183 Days of Question-184 days of Illegal Imprisonment 185 days of Turmoil 186 days of Pain 187 Days of HUNGER 188 Days of Torture 189 DAYS OF MISERY 190 days of sadness 191 Days of HeartBreak 192 Days of heartbreak 193 Days of Sadness 194 Days of Fear 195 Days of Courage 196 Days of Bravery 197 Days 198 Days of constant worry 199 days when will this end? 200 days of FURY! 201 days of hope 202 days of thoughts 203 days of death 204 days of hospital beds 205 days of life 206 days of end 207 days of burning eyes 208 days of failing organs 209 days of abuse 210 days of hate 211 days of hope 212 days of pain 213 days and days and 214 days of insomnia 215 days of stressful nights 216 days of painful cries 217 days of my censored voice 218 days of wonder 219 days of heartache 220 days of missing my family 221 days of speeding thoughts 222 days thinking I’m free 223 days almost an eternity 224 days still waiting to be free 225 days of more hunger 226 days of determination 227 days of STRENGTH 228 days of wonder 229 days 230 days 231 days of question of self 232 days lying on my bed 233 days of long hunger strike 234 days of no love 235 days of violence in my cell 236 days of constant battle of no food no water NO LIFE 237 days of H U N G E R 238 days of more thoughts about death 239 days of almost being free 240 days of another let down by Israel 241 days of hunger and more question 242 days of insomnia 242 days of abuse 243 days of censored stories about my battle 244 days of PRIDE 245 days of STRENGTH 246 days of Inner POWER 247 days of Humble Character grown 248 days of more WONDER 249 days of stress 250 days of missing my family 261 days of thinking i’m dying 262 days of doctor’s telling me to take medicine 263 days of my jail cell

written as if spoken by Samer #FreeSamer

– The Latest News, Samer Issawy is near his death. He was rushed to the hospital yesterday; January 28th–into Israeli care and there is nothing that can be done since he is on Hunger Strike. His heartbeats are very low, his body very weak and fragile, his lungs and system are all collapsing. No water, no food—-no life!

#PalHunger #SamerIssawi #Hungry4Freedom #HungerStrikers #iWriteForPalestine #FreePalestine

*NOTE: THIS POEM IS SUBJECT TO CHANGE AS SAMER’S STRUGGLE FOR FREEDOM INCREASES*

Follow his journey as well as mine to spread awareness and equality on twitter: @noosimsoons @samerissawi1

-Dedicated to every prisoner all around the world on Hunger Strike for their freedom; especially my hero Samer Tarek-il Essawy

262 Days of Hunger 262 Days of Darkness 262 Days of Injustice

NO FOOD. NO WATER. NO LIFE.

262days of battling my own body for what is right.

262days of constant struggle of life and death and wonder of what is and may become the next day.

When will I see my family? When will I be free? What is freedom anyway?

My mind is always running and pacing and showing me what life I have lived.

Every day that comes may be my last so I pray and hope only for the best.

262 days of pain, agony, and struggle.

262 days of crying, hoping, wishing for love and affection.

Every part of me is shouting, running, crying for help!

When will this end? When will I run along my land?

My body is against me, My mind is lost, I may be awake but I am dead.

Death has already visited me and I am so near the end my heart tells me.

Bones are frail, muscles don’t function, my nerves are off the charts, and my age has doubled.

My eyes are blurry, my hands are shaky, my knees are trembling, and my ears are buzzing.

My teeth are useless, for they have no function anymore and are never put to use.

My breathe is like fire and my throat is dry as can be.

I feel disgusted of my own body but I know this is all for a reason; I think.

I could be wrong but something tells me to persevere and stay strong.

One side of my brain tells me to keep going you are almost there, while the other pushes me down and makes me wonder if I should stop.

262 days is more than just hours, it’s a lifetime now.

Constantly being beat by the ugly others that forced me into this; I felt I had no choice.

No food, no water, no life!

Who decided food gave us life?

Everything is proportions and I know my own.

I can survive with no food, are you willing to do this on your own?

262 days made me stronger, better, more humble!

I have no distraction of my hunger and temptation for I am one with my thoughts and nothing can phase me.

I occasionally want to fight my own strength and give in to food and water, but then I remember my purpose and that is to save everyone from their sorrow

262 days made me numb to this world and all I picture is Paradise.

Life is all minutes and seconds combined until the end approaches you and you realize what is life!

No family, No family, no Love!

No rights, no wishes, no constant trigger of what if’s!

I am alone, and this is my time to shine.

The concubine is my new home, and the walls are my friends.

I am shackled to the floor, and pinned to my bed.

Nothing is given to me, even the food is thrown- I am beat ,hit, and always pressured to go into their throne.

Everything I do I feel is planned- nothing I say, act, eat will save me from this terror of land.

I wonder when Justice will prevail, and when I will see my people happy.

I feel it is my right to make it happen and witness their longing for freedom just as I aim for their own happiness I know they would do the same for me!

262 days —– weeks, months, an eternity—

I count the hours that pass hoping for my rights, but I realize that nothing is mine, not even this life.

178 days 179 days 180 days 181 days 182 days 183 days184 days 185 days 186 days 187days188 days 189 190 days 191 days 192 days 193 days 194 days 195 days 196 days 197 days 198 days 199 days 200 days… just a number 201 days 202 days 203 days 204 days 205 days 206 days 207 days 208 days 209 days 210 days and days and 211 days 212 days 213 days 214 long days 215 hours and days 216 days 217 days 218 days 219 days 220 days 221 days 222 days 223 days 224 days 224 days 225 days 226 days 227 DAYS 228 DAYS 229 DAYS 230 DAYS 231 days 232 days 233 days 234 days 235 days 236 days 237 days 238 days 239 days 240 days 241 days 242 days 243 days 244 days 245 days 246 days 247 days 248 days 249 days 250 days 251 days 252 days 253 days 254 days 255 days 256 days 257 days 258 days 259 days 260 days 261 days 262 days.. Just another number

262 DAYS just another struggle!

When will this end? Who will save me?

– Every prisoner, every life, dedicated to Samer Tarek il Essawy

CALIPALI–Misoon S. Ghareeb – From Essawiah, the same village of Samer Tarek il Essawy Our Hero

Dear Palestine❤

عزيزتي فلسطين قصيدة كتبت بداية العدوان على غزة بواسطة ميسون غريب من شعفاط العيساوية المقيمة حالياً في كاليفورنا غرب الولايات المتحدة الاميركية.
 
Poem written in 2012 in the beginning of this year when Israel attacked Gaza-
 
Dear Palestine…
I wonder what you will look like dressed in Freedom.
Wrapped without barbwire and simply unclothed of an Apartheid stone Wall.
A wall of hatred, agony, and struggle.
A struggle of power, land and wealth.
Wealth from generations and religions combined.
Combined to only hate and confuse each other.
Palestine you are beautiful just the way we are but we haven’t seen your TRUE beauty yet.
The beauty of justice and power that is destined for you.
The beauty of clarity and wind passing right through your olive trees and swinging through cities that have no checkpoints.
The beauty of eternal bliss without death, weapons, blood, red blood that we can only picture and see 24-7.
The beauty of running across your land and going as far as we wish without getting shot or questioned by the confused and ugly “others.”
Your beauty is my dream and with my writing I shall only picture and make it happen.
Your freedom is our plan and your rights are our lives.
Our lives are shaped by your struggle and occupation and we will never forget the pain we suffered through your pain and misery.
We only want to be able to walk across our homes and territory without getting murdered for walking and talking about our race and culture.
Your freedom is our daily thought and without our imagination of wondering what could be we would not exist.
We exist through you Palestine even when you are twisted, torn, burned and destroyed.
Destroyed by materialistic things but not through our hearts and memories.
Destroyed by hate and stupidity but not through our love and thoughts.
Destroyed by Israeli’s and those who support their bombs and tanks.
Palestine- you are me I am you and without you I DO NOT EXIST!!

SONNET for class

I sit here and write questioning myself what is LIFE?
All my people know are bloodshed and WAR.
They throw bombs and words that kill like KNIVES.
So many lost looking for MORE.
All we ask for and children weep and cry for is LOVE.
Nothing makes sense, no one is no longer TRUE.
We want to be free and soar high like an innocent DOVE.
So many faiths and ethnicities yet only one dominates; JEW.
I cry, I dream, I write, and will forever shout FREE PALESTINE!
I can’t complain, I am protected in USA and am blessed.
I imagine my country, family, my one and only home: PALESTINE.
In my every step, hour, moment hoping we all pass this life, this test.