peace

This is not the first time I write of Shalit, but it is the first time I would ever write of Hamid (the bedouin) my own uncle. No one would understand the Shalits’ sorrow and pain (specially the mother) but …

Reading between the lines is a special art that needs the sixth sense to guess of what is untold, what is hidden deep behind the words, but the more important is to reconstruct (after deconstructing the elements into its basic …

In 1997-8, the suicide bombing operations that were done by the Palestinian uprising youths were at their top scale. The zionist society then was in horror anticipating when and where the next operation is going to happen. I remember at that time, late in the evening, a jewish friend came paranoid to my apartment in Ramallah, the West Bank. She got horridly into my room horrified and laid in my bed asking me to stay with me for a couple of days. Her face showed contours of horror as she spoke to me. I calmed her down and we sat …

My heart is aching, and even bleeds, Of a “chosen” people, and their greeds. In the name of the bible, they do evil deeds, of killing and shilling, an’ burning the fields. . Why in the Satan? Do I have …

– “Water, Please!!” screamed Sheikh Buddha feebly. – “Shut up, dirty pig! Not before breakfast!” roared the jailor who was tapping up and down the corridor behind the massive iron door. It was stifling hot and I was sweating all …

What else you would add to this tragedy? What words would do in front of these zionist criminals? Vacation, Vacation! And the summer is coming! What bothers the Zionist mentality now is not the crime itself, is not this horrible …

In Put Your Hands Up In The Air For Peace!, I noted a recent song, “Peace,” by the Luminaries, and other classic pro-peace songs (clips re-posted below). Libertarian philosopher Geoffrey Plauché notes a recent pro-peace video in his post White Flag Warrior: There’s a new anti-war rock/hip-hop song hitting the air waves lately. It is […]

Two years ago, my brother went to visit a friend of him in a neighboring refugee camp and when he came back he was pale and sad. I aske him what happened and he told me that he didnt find …

What? The beach? I love it, I love swimming and skiing. Oh, that’s wonderful!!! The hell!! What wonderful is in that? Why in God’s sake is everything bound to gloom with me? Should I blame myself for not being one …

This story happened more than 70 or 80 years ago, in the Galilee Heights, during the British occupation “Mandate” to Palestine, a long time before we had the “honor” to host our “cousins’ the jews. There, in one of the …