22nd December 2015
“Is there a much worse time for Arabs and Muslims?
Saudi Arabia and its mercenaries continue their murderous and brutal attack against the very dignified and proud people of Yemen.
In partnership with USA and the West, Saudi Arabia founded , nursed and funded Al Qaeda, Taliban, Al-nusra, DEASH and all terrorists who behead innocent people and rape girls and women while screaming Allah Akbar, the same terrorists who have killed hundreds of thousands in Iraq, Syria, Libya, Lebanon, India, Pakistan, Afghanistan and in many other places…
“Israel”, kills Palestinians on an hourly – daily basis, and in the darkness of nights, it assassinates heroes like Samir Al Kuntar and others.
Then, you get FSA ( In Arabic, Jeish Alhor, but we refer to it as jeish Alkorr- little donkey) shamelessly declaring that they assassinated Samir? either way, the mask has fallen: They are “Israel’s” agents.
In Nigeria, the Government attacks innocent civilians and massacres hundreds of people,for no other reason but, simply, they stand for justice, dignity and freedom.
The list gets longer and longer in this dark and stormy Arabic winter.
In his famous poetry, Jerusalem is your bride!, the great poet Muzzafar Al Nawab wrote and I quote below some excerpts from the fiery poem.
“Jerusalem is your national bride”
Oh my country, exhibited at the market as a morning star
They are lamenting you in the night brothels
And some revolutionaries are perfecting their manhood
Joggling at the [noise of the] drum and trumpet
Those are your enemies, my country
Who sold Palestine other than your enemies, O my country?
Who by God, sold Palestine and accumulated a wealth
Other than the list of beggars at the ruler’s thresholds
And at the Great Powers’ tables?
As soon as the night put on its veils
The cups crack avowing Jerusalem is your Arab Nationalism’s Bride
Who sold Palestine other than the pen’s revolutionaries?
I have sworn by the bottlenecks of wine, though the cup full only of Poison
And by this indigested revolutionary by the sea-oysters
Building a big belly till he lost his neck
I have sworn by the history of starvation and the day of famine
Not a single Arab would ever last if we remained at this
Among the profiteering rulers
Jerusalem is the bride of your Arab Nationalism
Why you brought in her room all the night’s adulterers
And you remained behind the doors eavesdropping
Hearing the screams of her virginity
Then you drew all your daggers, bragging
Yelling at her to hush lest her honor is blemished
I am not shy when I speak out frankly of your reality
That a yard of hogs is much cleaner than all of you
May the bench of washing the dead move,
But you are immovable
Now I expose/undress you
In all the capitals of this Arab World
You have killed my gaiety
In every alley I see al-Azlam (the idols) Amami (before me)
Till I became avoiding even the phone
Even the walls and even the children
Vomiting for this crude method
Let us sit before the feet of the Arabian Desert
To let her pass a judgment on us
I admit before the Desert
That I am a banal, scoundrel and sad
As your defeat
O defeated honorable men
O defeated rulers
O defeated people
How dirty, how dirty, how dirty we are.
How dirty we are,
I don’t exclude any one.”