Sunday, March 23, 2014
Tuesday, March 18, 2014
Politics is the art of the possible, the attainable , the art of the next best …
I started to write in Arabic, explaining my struggle with the words as I attempt to transfer them from my head to my hand on the keyboard, and I detect them as they hover unprinted while I pointlessly hunt for the letters here and there.
Furthermore, discerning the situation and as I usual internalize it. Watching the Palestine Israeli question in the me and my ex-husband ghastly divorce. Shifting the Abbas-Dahlan scandal into the “me and my mother” after divorce perpetual wriggling affair.
I clogged, choosing that there is no need for internalizing scandals, and I ought to emphasize on the cause\struggle\ conflict\scandal of the vaster matters than me … The Nation, The Home-land.
As anticipated, things revert to point zero. We cannot distinguish anymore where the conflict really began. Who ignited it and why. And as usual we are all joggling in a chaotic scene scratching in the faces of our opponents who were unquestionably a day ago probably our friends.
Things turn into a mingled blend .So mixed up. And the first thing anyone would ask you: “Which side are you on?” “Who are you with?” The other who is not on your side is definitely the iniquitous one.
One question remains scribbling in my head. Why did Abbas choose this time to declare war on Dahlan right before going to Washington to discuss AN IMPORTANT ISSUE: NEGOTIATIONS? Which leads me to another question: Why did Dahlan select this time to respond to Abbas’s accusation? Which takes me to another question: Does Egypt involvement relate to the current Israeli attack on Gaza?
Which takes me to another note; that Gaza has been under attack by the Israeli war machine since last week.
This categorically fashions the popping of another question. Is Abbas era as a president finally shedding out and a new ‘substitute’ is due ? And Dahlan ponders it is the moment to strike back as the next Fateh Strong man, while Abbas is defiantly challenging him by going to Washington with a final perhaps card to negotiate on: Marwan Barghouthi release? Maybe also Marwan would be the remaining Trojan Horse in Abbas’s pouch, and the Israeli’s as well. By freeing Marwan people will APLLAUD really very loud, even more vociferous than the applauding for Assaf, and the Odyssey amongst Fateh rivals. It will be so lurid, that we the ‘people’ will not even contemplate of anything more valuable, and it could be whatever is bequeathed from what was once a homeland. Something that is reminiscent of declaring a state in the United Nation …
This way, Abbas will give the final blow to Dahlan of course!!!!
Certainly, I am a naïve not serious analyst. All what I know our politicians divulge in , is the term: politics is the art of the possible (which I am pretty sure they don’t know who said it) and it goes to ‘The attainable…The art of the next best.’ Which I am also rather sure our politicians don’t know.
Friday, March 14, 2014
لست من مشاهدي الجزيره ؛ ولكن الصدف احيانا لها حكمه ما .
بينما نشهد شعبا ووطنا ما يبدو ما ورائيات الاحتلال من تبجح في جرائم قتل لأبناء هذا الشعب وتوغل في استيطان بات يطال شرايين القدس وقصف في ايام برد ومطر عرى ابناد غزه وشردهم وقتلهم مره اخرى .
وبينما ننظر الى قصف غزه ولا نبرآ نوقع اللوم على حماس . تشتعل حربا اشد شراسه بين قاده فتح ، وليس اي قاده ،بل رئيس دولتنا الابيه يبدو بأنه اشعل نار المحاربات الكلاميه مع حليفه السابق دحلان وذهب لواشنطن.
حرب عباس دحلان المعلنه الان > والصراخ والاتهامات المهينه التي يتم الردح فيها من قبل شاشه الجزيره لا تبعث في نفسي الا المزيد من الاسى على ما كان من هذا الشعب حياه اصبح صفقات تباع فيها ارواح واوطان
وسؤالي المتواضع هنا …
اذا ما كان دحلان متهم بكل هذه الجرائم ومن ضمنها للمره الالف ربما بقتل عرفات ، لماذا سكت عنه عباس كل تلك المده الماضيه ؟
اليس من العار ان يقف رئيس بكيل الاتهامات على مواطن اصبح دحلانا امام خطاب حموع حزبه ؟ آهو رئيس دوله ام رئيس حزب ؟ آلا يوجد قانون يحتكم اليه السيد الرئيس ؟
ما يحدث يستعصي حتى على الكلمات ان تخرج به ، من العار ان يؤول وطنا يذبح شعبه باليات الاحتلال ، وتسرق آراضيه وتقصف مدنه في هذه الاثناء الى ردح وقذف بين رئيسه واحد رعاياه ….. حسبي الله ونعم الوطن
Thursday, March 13, 2014
In the hectic way of life . With all the strangely bad news that is moving around . One would say , it is all part of the movement of life . Death , accidents , disasters …happen all the time , but they don’t necessary touch us . within the circle of life, we think we are immuned from such disasters. Even though we know that death is happening anyway . but we are never prepared to it . we are prepared to be shocked on the news of the death of a far a way person , a relatively close person . we are prepared to see the news on the newspaper . But it always far from us and our beloved ones. It is always too far from us .
In the last few days, the news of the killing of the young men from differnet part of the nation made the maybe look closer ,as we scroll down the social media and stalk into what was their private walls that was only accessible to their friends .
I was still recovering from the shocking news of a dear person surviving a deadly accident , thinking of how unpredictable life is . how much of how we can be planning our days and years to realize that we may simply have no control even on a moment . To receive a still shocking news about the death of a woman , that even though I can say I briefly knew . But destiny made our life intersect since we were in the university , to meet her in a strange encounter where somehow divorced women maybe tend to connect . Admittingly saying , that I failed to help or support . To later intersecting with her ex-husband who becomes a dear friend . Whne some months ago , I received the news of his fatal disease that seems to be giving him a very little time left for life . Watching him from a cowardly position , being unable to contribute with real support or anything , just praying indepth for his safety and health .
He was organizing his death . wisely he believed. Making peace with his ex-wife. Securing her and the kids. Making the perfect plan for his departure, while pretending he was defeating a cancer that is eating him rapidly .
The compromise with his wife must have been not easy for both of them , but she must have thought . He is leaving soon , let it end peacefully and wisely for the sake of the kids .
When suddenly , and with no previous alert or notice , death strikes her not him .
How strange . How fair or unfair . How just or unjust . How timely or untimely.
How could it be? The angel of death wondering probably in that house waiting for the time of that man to end, and in a sudden, or probably a totally destined prepared detour he decides to take her not him.
How striking death can be.
As if death mocks us even when it leaves us totally stripped from our powers. When we are totally empty handed, muted, shocked.
It continues to move around, with its own set of plans. With its own set of pre-set list … and watch us carefully, patiently, mockingly as we roam around our meaningless life.
I wish you the Peace you wished to have Aswan. There must be a fair, just situation up there, in that unknown place called eternity.
May your Soul Rest in Peace
Tahafut IL occupation (incoherence of the occupation)
In yet another failed attempt to focus on my final paper on Averroes , the news about Ateret Kohanim , a jewish settler organization that is known for purchasing properties in the eastside of Jerusalem suddenly changed in my head from another frustration to a kinky smile with my mind telling me : ‘ well, finally it will not be east and west’ .
In the last years, I was feeling naïve often , and stupidly alone usually saying it’s Jerusalem . I am not from East Jerusalem . I am from Jerusalem . Because the term east Jerusalem is yet another term the Israeli occupation used to deem a reality of alluding occupation . JHerusalem is an occupied city from it’s east to it’s west by what seems to become a phantom UN resolution 181 as a (corpus separatum ) Separate entity . to be followed by resolutions : 2253,2254,250,252,267,271,298 and so many others…. That continued to confirm that all administrative and legislative procedures taken by Israel in the city, such as estate transfer and land confiscation, were illegal, as well as confirming that no more activities that may change the city features or demography should be undertaken.
Ok … after decades of occupation that included separation, confiscation, from an Exodus to a Disaster, a Nakba, a Naqsa, an Intifada, Oslo, PA, Annapolis, Road Map, … what else. Erica negotiations negotiation … on off on off on off on off.
A settlement here and there. Inside the old city, on the walks of the city, in the boundaries of the city, inside my house, over your roof … integration…
Yes… integration is the word.
Re- reading history says that Arabs and Jews lived (well) together in the city. Maybe that is Netanyahu’s plan. Maybe Netanyahu is the savior Palestinian leader we are waiting for.
One thing for sure is taking place in my mind… Philosophy is just making it severe …
What I had from some common sense that refrained me from my Tahafut (incoherence) is now out and unrestrained from one incoherence to the other. And I can loudly go to the Incoherence of the Occupation. Wow. That’s a nice title.
Wednesday, March 12, 2014
thunder- bombard....raining- bleeding !!
Gaza under attack …
A 37 year old martyr killed on the crossing Bridge
A 21 year old Student killed early morning in Ramallah
Another in Hebron and one in Toulkarem ..and some in Gaza ..
Martyrs again are becoming numbers …
A sky is falling from above , with rain pouring , that is not clear anymore is it a blessing or it is simply tears shedding.
Is it just a continuous thunder or is it the weeping of a bereaved divinity on the destruction of its creation .
A mourning nature on its victims ,
And a leadership …
An outdated president is choosing a vice president for his superseded post .
Accusation inside a fractioned party within a segmented society that is wedged in chunks over a domination of what ? a bubble-semi-state with no sovereignty or dominion?
A mourning nation over a martyr after another , and yet, waiting to celebrate the stars of Arab Idol …
Gaza’s flooding , bleeding , bombarded , and we are still discussing a one state or a two state ..
A convention here , and a conference out there all discussing peace and announcing pre assumed resolutions for a few more millions to the rich to become richer …
Negotiations ?? of course .. A president under pressure for one more inch on the map or two or maybe three or ten …
A Jerusalem that became east and west … a neighborhood , or a quarter , or maybe a road , or maybe Jerusalem is somewhere out there behind the wall.
And maybe we Palestinians ..
Like our land …
Maybe we just become …
A nostalgia for a dwelling feeling that assumes and resumes on instances and intervals ,intermissions and interludes ..