Fighting for Freedom

MashaAllah, it was a great event last night at Stadium Melawati, Shah Alam for Global March to Jerusalem. The event was held to support delegations from all over the world who march towards Palestine with the aim to penetrate Israel's border as well as demand freedom for Palestine and its capital, Jerusalem. You can heard the words of Allahuakbar filled the stadium when almost 10,000 (as reported by Berita Harian) attended last night event, Subhanallah! This is not an issue of faith or community, but it is an issue of crime againts humanity. Can you imagine being tortured or beaten by strangers in your own land? Or do you really have the heart to see the kids forced to grow up without parents? That is what Palestinian people are suffering from. As a Malaysian, we should be grateful and stop complaining of our 'miserable' life. Look at other people in other country who have to face violence and brutality everyday, who don't even have enough food to eat, who is still waiting for their father to come back. So let's just be thankful for whatever we have and start to make dua' for them.

From the river to the sea, Palestine will be free

INSYA ALLAH

My village, in which I didn’t live a single day

Has been living inside me everyday

Since I was born, I grow and my nostalgia

Grows more and more till it tears me up

It wasn’t me who chose to live far away

And neither my grandparents did

They were beaten, cleansed and dispossessed

Into tents of exile their souls were left

Gone with their olive groves and citrus fields

Leaving a wound to never be healed

Since my grandparents fled away

They thought they would return the next day

They died, but no need to sigh

As, their heritage, their songs and memories persist

They say that elderly people die

And after that the young will forget

But no way

Until return, Palestinians will resist

Our tears of hope will never dry

And when we return to our homelands

From ashes, trees will rise high

And white doves will over fly

And we’ll caress with our bare hands

Every precious berry of sand

This dream might not happen soon

But it absolutely will one day

a poem by Shahd Abusalama , daughter of a former Palestinian prisoner.