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Deir Yassin— April 9th 1948 66 Years of Genocide

Today 66 years ago, Palestine lost 600 souls.

Today 66 years ago, Palestine lost many innocent souls.

Today 66 years ago, Palestine’s occupation and massacre began.

Today 66 years ago, Palestine began to resist to exist.

Today 66 years ago, Palestine showed everyone how to live.

“We Palestinians, wake up EVERY DAY to show you LIFE!” -Rafeef Ziadah

Today Tomorrow and Yesterday innocent lives have been taken. Every day this happens in Palestine and all over the world.. innocent souls are gone.

Today Is the anniversary of the Deir Yassin Massacre that happened in Palestine. On April 9th, 1948, Israel began showing us all their true colors of hate and immorality. They murdered, massacred and killed 300 to 600 innocent children and woman on this day 65 years ago. We remember today not to announce that we lost children because we lose children every day all around the world, but to remember and honor them. We take life to granted and forget death can happen any second. The Deir Yassin Massacre was the start of Palestine’s Nakbe and struggle of occupation for years on to come. It’s a date to remember the children of Palestine and how they are born as men and woman and completely pass the childhood stage. They are forced to live under occupation from the day they are born and grow to become strong and fearless individuals. The children of Palestine carry so much hope and ambition that their lives should be cherished and cared for  until the end of time. The  Massacre involved many innocent children to be taken away. What did they do to you Israel? Did they threaten bombs and attack you with drones? Did they take your land and prevent you from going home? Did these children harm  you and abuse you in front of your family? Did the children of Palestine ever try to attack you, did they? I think NOT Israel and I also know for a FACT these children were simply living their lives. They were probably in their mother’s arms falling asleep and you just randomly decided to take both their lives away. What if we did this to YOU Israel? How would you feel if we Palestinians walked along your “territory” as if it’s yours, capture your children, abuse them torture them and kill them. What if we did this to you, how would it feel?

The children of Palestine are the children of Occupied Dreams.

The children of Palestine carry all the love and freedom of this world but you Israel like to take away everything that IS NOT yours.

If only my words could save and bring back these innocent souls murdered.

Today is the anniversary of the Deir Yassin massacre and today is the day we should all better ourselves for Palestine. For these children that were killed and live for them. Better our life for their dreams they had and wanted to grow and become strong people to help save Palestine. Help them live their lives through what we have right now. Today, is a day we should remember how short life is and to cherish everything that comes our way because today could be your last moment to live. Today, could be the only day you have to show the world your dreams and passions. Don’t wait for the right time to tell someone you care for them, to be nice, to make a change, to be different and help others out. Don’t wait to do anything, just go ahead and do it now; for the children of Palestine and for everyone who has been lost.


Ayesha Says…

Hijabs, hoodies, afros, locks
Teddy bear, liquor bottle shrines, rocks
Tanks, prayer rugs, church pews, Mexican corn stands
Blood, sweat, and tears, police batons
Gas masks and bullets create graffiti on corners

Murals that salute freedom or death for liberty
Be it Inglewood/Englewood or Egypt, Bedstuy or Baghdad
Syria or Liberia, the west bank or the west side of Chicago
Where food and liquor stores still occupy the block
While police and community watchmen justify why they shot
Emmit Till and Malice Green, Rekia Boyd and Trayvon Martin
Better not wear that hoodie while shopping for a carton
Or whatever they sellin’ in your food desert
Cause your soul is dessert and will be dissected and consumed
On the Fox evening news while we sing the blues
The new Jim Crow caged bird sings
Cause he’s tired of occupying his misery and of our marching
He wanna fly to a higher consciousness
But his school on academic probation

They gave him medicine, diagnosed him with a felony and mental retardation
So he refuses to cease the firin’, nobody’s hirin’

In Illinois, 67 is the new age when you retirin’
Class lines have blurred, those who used to have, have not
Pensions bein’ snatched
Those who never have keep their hands stretched
Social services being cut
Sterilization clinics giving out pills to numb the womb
Young girls referring to their vaginas as tombs

Thinkin’ protests are temporary and trendy
Well rock a t-shirt and carry a poster
And two weeks later it’s back to normal

But they say times are changin’
The revolution is becoming second nature
, causes are combining
People carrying torches, hope burning from their hands
Attaching explosive devices ‘cause they keep stealing their lands
In the name of freedom


-Food and Liquor; Ayesha Says; the word of truth an artist to be admired

180 Days of Hunger —– SAMER ISSAWY!

178 Days of Hunger 179 Days of Injustice 180 Days of WONDER

#PalHunger #SamerIssawi #Hungry4Freedom #HungerStrikers

-Dedicated to every  prisoner all around the world on Hunger Strike for their freedom

178 Days of Hunger 178 days of Darkness 178 Days of Injustice

No food, no life, no water.

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

178 days 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.

178 days of pain, agony, and struggle.

178 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.

178 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?

178 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

178 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.

178 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… just a number

178 days just another struggle

When will this end? Who will save me?

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

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

The Dome of The Rock–The Dome of Hope –The Dome of Palestine

_______________The Holy and Glorious Dome of the Rock_____________

Your Golden Dome makes me Cry

The Dome of Life

The Dome of Hopes

The Dome of Gold



The Dome of Worship



The Dome of Freedom



The Dome of Unity



The Dome of Confidence


and Holy Essence!


—-The Dome of the Rock~ The Dome of Palestine’s Existence and Wishes. I write for Palestine and my fellow Palestinians!

  • Misoon S. Ghareeb –2013–Written in 10 MINUTES–FreeWrite at Home–Inspiration the Holy and Beautiful Country I call my Home; Palestine

The Latest in Essawiah–My Hometown


A Palestinian child holding a sign during a solidarity visit with the Issawiya neighborhood, January 4, 2013. The sign reads: every child deserves to sleep quietly. The village of Issawiya has been under heavy police raids and arrests for the last few weeks, including a 24/7 police checkpoint at it’s entrance, in order to put pressure on the residents to stop actions of solidarity with the Palestinian hunger strikers.

Shiraz Grinbaum/Activestills.org