This is dedicated to all our Muslim brothers and sisters in Palestine, hope you enjoy...peace.
My country , my country
My country , the land of my grand fathers
My country , my country
My country , my nation , the nation of eternity
With my determine , my fire and the volcano of my revenge
The longing of my blood to my land and home
I have climbed the mountains and fought the wars
I have conquered the impossible , and crossed the boarders
My country , my country , the nation of eternity
With the resolve of the winds and the fire of the guns
And the determination of my nation in the land of struggle
Palestine is my home , Palestine is my fire , Palestine is my revenge
and the land of eternal
My country , my country , the nation of eternity
I swear under the shade of the flag
To my land and nation , and the fire of pain
I will live as a guerrilla , I will go on as guerrilla ,
I will expire as guerrilla until I will be back
My country , my country , the nation of eternity
(The Palestinian National Anthem)
Silent Cry
by Nahel A. Rimawi - December 13, 2003
The tears flow from my eyes as I write these words, I cry for a people ravished by wars, a people thrown out of their homes, a people scattered across the world forced to live in no mans land.
The tears flow from my eyes as I write these words I cry for the children who grew up in fear, I cry for their mothers who have shed many tears, I cry for their fathers who watch them helplessly die of starvation, I cry for the relentless manipulation.
The tears flow from my eyes as I write these words I cry for an old woman sitting on her destroyed home, she weeps over the murder of her husband and only son, she weeps because she is alone she has no one.
The tears flow from my eyes as I write these words, I cry for a country ravished by wars, I cry for Palestine and the fifty years it has suffered from a brutal occupation; political leaders, poets, teachers, women, and children have been put to death by this Zionist regime, the constant terror makes me want to scream.
The tears flow from my eyes as I write these words, I cry for the villages Deir Yaseen, Sabra and Shatila, and Jenin who were massacred while asleep.
Their plan was to make us forget but their blood pumps in all of our hearts and we will never forget their screams.
I cry for the world that lost its innocence when the killers were allowed to live free, only Allah will punish them for there deeds.
"FROM HER WOMB"
by Nahel Awni Rimawi (August 19, 2001)
RAMEE74@aol.com
Where I come from, I come from a land
of oppression, a land stolen by aggression.
Where I come from, I come from a land
under siege by a horrific regime, death
and destruction pumps through their veins,
the constant torture driving me insane.
Where I come from, I come from the land
of the Intifada, a struggle for life, many lost
but we will never give up the fight.
Where I come from, I come from the city
of Gaza, the poorest and most condensed
land on earth; rodents live a better life but
we still strive we still survive.
Where I come from, I come from the city
of Nabulas, the heart of the struggle, where
soldiers are born not made, willing to give
their life in this lands name.
Where I come from, I come from the camps
of Jenin, the echoes of their screams I still
hear in my dream, in front of the world
they were massacred without objection,
only Allah is our true protection.
Where I come from, I come from the
womb of Falestine, I will give my
life to set her free.
Cries of Palestine
On holy land so much blood drips.
Wasted AK and M6 clips.
Tanks rumble. Planes fly overhead.
Streets litter with bodies of the dead.
Palestine starts to cry out loud,
"Oh Human! Why are you so proud?
Can't you even defend this sand?
For everyone, its Holy Land."
The planes, gunshots and all the screams,
Keep visiting me in my dreams.
I feel the pain inside my soul,
Like stuck inside a big black hole.
Once this land was so clean and pure.
Down there you could find every cure,
But now it's been stretched and torn.
Houses bombed while a child is born.
The TV screens display pictures,
But then moves onto game fixtures.
The sympathy just doesn't last,
Cuz this life moves on very fast.
I hear the cries of Palestine,
I see it's tears mix in with mine.
I pray to see some better days,
Away from all the blood filled ways.
Al-Aqsa Dream...
I cry when I hear of my brothers in Palestine die.
Why are we ignored by everyone, even though they lie?
We should slowly try to give way to Islam in the lands.
Using our own hands lets make some proper plans.
To bring Islam back and choose a grand Imam.
Inshallah one day, the whole of Palestine,
Will be part of the design, for the Ummah to combine.
Inshallah its gonna happen during our lifetime,
When I won't have time to waste my time and write my rhyme.
'Cause I'll be praying in Al-Aqsa mosque five times a day,
And taking shelter in there when the skys turn grey.
So why do we need a delay for those times to arrive?
Let's start working now so we can revive.
We're all one team who believe Allah is supreme,
But even in my dreams I hear the children scream.
The Islamic revival is stuck tight in my mind,
Sometimes I cry so much I feel like I'm going blind.
Let's rewind and remind ourselves, what is Palestine?
It's gonna be the place where the Islamic State will shine.
All of mankind will be behind one leader,
Hope you understood my words, cuz your the reader.
Long live Palestine...
i got this in a forward mail aswell :)