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I found a news article about the most boring day in history.
The 11th of April
1954
Literally the only thing that happened was the birth of a Turkish Academic
Abdullah Atalar
So I looked him up

“His research interests include micromachined sensors and actuators, atomic force microscopy, analog and digital integrated circuit design and linearization of RF power amplifiers. He teaches undergraduate and graduate courses on VLSI design, analog and microwave electronics.” - Wikipedia

He was boring too.
Jacob A Oct 2014
What a year was 570 AD
A person was born, a prophet to be
Muhammed (saws) that was his name
People were misguided and thats when he came
He would go on to leave all the idols behind
He is an example to all of mankind

Rabbi al Awwal the 12th, that was the day
He came to this world to show us the way
He was born in Mecca, the holiest place
A life full of challenges he was to face
Abdullah (ra) his father, had by then passed away
Leaving Amina (ra) his mother, in her arms he lay

Haalima Sadia, took over his care
Until he was six, our prophet was there
His mother then died, he was left all alone
Abdul Muttalib (ra) his grand-dad then made him his own
When our prophet was nine, his grandfather died
Abu Talib, his uncle, became his new guide

In his 20's, a merchant Muhammed (saws) became by trade
Al-Amin, (the trustworthy) became his grade
Hazrat Khadija (ra) aged 40, became his bride
He was 25, with her by his side
To the poor,she gave away all her wealth
A dedicated wife in sickness and health

360 idols in the Kaaba, they were at that time
Our prophet realised that this was a crime
He would go to mount Hira,leaving behind his wife
Reflecting and wondering about the meaning of life

While thinking there in the midst of the night
He heard a loud voice which filled him with fright
It was the angel Gibrail(as) who asked him to read
Our prophet couldn't and didnt take heed
The angel embraced him and then asked him later
Read, Read in the name of the Creator
Who created man from a drop of blood

Our prophet couldn't read but at that time he could
Our prophet rushed to the path straight ahead
He heard a voice from the heavens which said
Muhammed (saws) truly you are the messenger of God
Muhammed (saws) was scared and thought this quite odd
'Praise be to God' his wife said instead
''I know you've been chosen as God's messenger' she said
And thus Khadija (ra) became the first woman of islam

And over the next 23 years came the revelation, the Quran
He preached to all people, every creed every race
Yet so many hardships he had to face
There were fears for his life, then the Hijrat took place
He then entered Medina, all by Allah's grace
He was greeted by the Ansaris who gave their salaam
To him and his companians,the Sahaba ikram

Then came the battles, which were fought face to face
Then the conquest of Mecca, Muhammed (saws)'s birthplace
An Nasr was revealed, it's message was clear
Muhammed (saws) knew that his time was near
Everyone gathered to hear his last speech
little did they know how far Allah's message would reach

Muhammed (saws) gave us the miracle the Quran
And now a 1/4 of the world follow Islam
He is our role-model, the best of mankind
And has left the Quran and his Sunnah behind

Read the Quran as much as you can
The words of Allah (swt) for the guidance of man
And follow our prophet's sunnah, when eating and dressing
And send him salutations and many a blessing
He came to mankind to show us the way
And Insha-Allah, we'll meet him, we'll meet him one day
Read please.
Abdullah Ayyash Oct 2014
If my love can last like a river
If my heart when I see you, shivers
If my promises can make you better
Would you accept me in your life forever?

Abdullah Ayyash
April 24th, 2014
Abdullah Ayyash Oct 2014
I can create your world
I can even destroy it all
I’m not a reckless man
Nor someone wants to fall

I just want to live a life
Where your light is the call
Where happiness is the pillar
And your love is the whole

Abdullah Ayyash
April 08th, 2014
Sayeed Abubakar Dec 2016
[Dedicated to Aung San Suu Kyi, the greatest Fraud of all times]

Darkness like Halagu Khan is running
taking sword in hand;
Light is fleeing raising its tail.

The decorated dream-city will lose its
electricity for ever;
in all directions, the slogan of hyenas
will be heard only.

Going to the shade of Bodhi Tree,
I asked Gautama Buddha,
'By tasting which poisonous fruit,
your disciples have become insane
and have been involved in massacre
in Myanmar? '

Hanging his head, said Gautama, 'Darkness.'

Going to Bethlehem, I asked Jesus Christ,
'By drinking which grape-juice,
your disciples have become insane
and have been involved in massacre in Mosul,
Baghdad and Syria singing of democracy? '

Hanging his head, said Jesus, 'Darkness.'

Going to the holy home of Moses,
I bowed down my head and said, 'Would you
tell me, by eating which Manna and Salwa
your disciples have become insane
and have been involved in killing children
and women in holy Palestine? '

Hanging his head, said Moses, 'Darkness.'

Going to Mathura city, I said to Lord Krishna,
'Please tell me, by eating which food
offering to deity, your disciples have become
insane and have been involved in massacre
in Kashmir, Delhi and Gujarat? '

Hanging his head, said Krishna, 'Darkness.'

Darkness like Halagu Khan is running
taking sword in hand;
Light is fleeing raising its tail.

Again the days of darkness have descended on earth.
I have been searching Abdul-Muttalib's son
Abdullah's house in Pharaoh's city—
in such a thick darkness, no doubt,
the Sun of the desert had risen
in the lap of Amina!

[Translated by the poet from Bengali]
It is a protest against Myanmar Muslim killing by Aung San Suu Kyi
Abdullah Ayyash Oct 2014
When I lay in bed,
Trying to sleep.
When I close my eyes,
Thinking so deep.
When it becomes too late,
I fall asleep.
When I dream of a dream,
I can’t upkeep.
When all my senses,
Start to seep.
To the nonexistence,
Want to creep.
That’s the moment,
Forever,
I want to keep.

Abdullah Ayyash
October 2nd, 2010
Abdullah Ayyash Oct 2014
Take me,
     wherever you go,
          take my soul
Have me,
     whenever you want,
          have me all
I’m here for you and I’m there with you
Send me your cloud and let it rain over me
Let your grace embraces my wounded heart
The cut is so deep
Your mercy is in need
Take me,
     have me,
          or forever...
               put me to sleep

Abdullah Ayyash
June 19th, 2013
bownz Jan 2010
Shaped lines speak

fragmented paraphrased letters

lined upon page which

turns into a paragraph

then turns into an essay

afterwards a speech now

it is approaching an idea

once that occurs now

it is an accepted statement

or value

held true with the glue

that stuck together that

first line upon the second

with one thing many people

have thought of somewhere

before once upon a universe

Where does the line get

real in our galaxy, peace / Abdullah
Abdullah Ayyash Oct 2014
My mind is not like yours
My life goes on different road
My soul is shattered in million pieces
My heart is freezing with this cold

I need some rhythm to put my soul
The way it was, the way it ruled
I need some music to let my heart
Be warm again and be restored

Are you the rhythm I’m looking for?
Are you the soul, I want to hold?
Are you the music I need it to,
Warm my heart and make it gold?

I read some words here and there
I read some words on this board
If they have meaning, let it shows
If they do, they should be told

Abdullah Ayyash
October 22nd, 2010
Alvian Eleven Dec 2024
Setelah 07 Oktober adalah normal baru.
Orang orang Gaza tak lagi punya kehidupan.
Kehidupan telah dihancurkan kekacauan.
Kekacauan panjang yang penuh penderitaan.

Tiap hari Hassan dan keluarganya terlunta lunta.
Menyusuri jalanan tanpa tahu harus kemana.
Tenda dan barang tertinggal di pengungsian yang hancur diserang.
Itulah normal baru Hassan.

Berkali kali Asmaa mendapat kabar buruk.
Murid muridnya telah tewas satu persatu.
Dia hanya bisa menangis teringat mereka.
Itulah normal baru Asmaa.

Samara sedih ketika anaknya ulang tahun.
Dia tak bisa membuat kue **** seperti biasanya.
Yang dia buat hanyalah lumpur berbentuk kue ****.
Itulah normal baru Samara.

Berbotol botol minyak goreng dibeli Mai.
Semuanya diisi ke dalam tanki mobilnya.
Setelah itu dia melintasi jalan Al Rashid yang penuh kehancuran.
Itulah normal baru Mai.

Mustafa sering duduk di tepi pantai.
Terus terusan termenung sedih sambil menangis.
Teringat gadis pujaannya yang tewas mengenaskan.
Itulah normal baru Mustafa.

Fadi sering kelelahan berjalan kaki jauh.
Mencari cari solar panel untuk mengecas laptop.
Dan juga tempat yang menjangkau internet.
Itulah normal baru Fadi.

Tiap hari Mariam selalu kelelahan.
Dia harus mengantri air dan mencari kayu bakar.
Setelah itu mencuci , memasak dan membersihkan tenda.
Itulah normal baru Mariam.

Tiap pergi ke pasar Heba selalu merasa jengkel.
Harga telur , ayam dan sayuran semakin naik tinggi.
Sementara dia kesulitan mendapatkan donasi.
Itulah normal baru Heba.

Yousef sering ikut nelayan ke laut.
Naik perahu sambil membawa jala untuk mencari ikan.
Tapi hanya sebentar di laut kapal perang datang menggempur.
Itulah normal baru Yousef.

Tiap melihat foto dirinya Mohammed selalu sedih.
Badannya kurus kering dan pucat kulitnya.
Akibat sering kelaparan dan kekurangan gizi.
Itulah normal baru Mohammed.

Abdullah selalu kesulitan mendapatkan donasi.
Dia sudah senang jika bisa membeli mie dan kopi.
Baginya itu menjadi suatu kemewahan.
Itulah normal baru Abdullah.

Tiap teringat kebun olive miliknya Ali selalu sedih.
Kebun warisan keluarganya itu sudah terbakar habis.
Tak ada lagi yang tersisa selain hanya kenangan saat musim panen.
Itulah normal baru Ali.

Melanjutkan sekolah online memang melelahkan.
Tiap hari Tareq harus berjalan jauh untuk mengecas laptop.
Dia juga sering kesulitan mendapat koneksi internet.
Itulah normal baru Tareq.

Gas dan bensin sulit didapatkan.
Satu satunya bahan bakar hanyalah minyak goreng.
Ayahnya Omar menjualnya di pinggir jalan.
Itulah normal baru ayahnya Omar.

Khaled dan keluarganya sering kelaparan.
Uang donasi tak menentu dan tak ada bantuan makanan.
Satu satunya yang bisa dimakan hanyalah makanan ternak.
Itulah normal baru Khaled.

Tiap melihat foto dirinya Eman sering menangis.
Wajahnya tampak kusut dan kecantikannya memudar.
Bibirnya yang kering tak bisa lagi tersenyum.
Itulah normal baru Eman.

Musim dingin Aya sangat menderita.
Dia meringkuk kedinginan di dalam tenda yang kehujanan.
Tak ada selimut atau apapun yang menghangatkan.
Itulah normal baru Aya.

Tiap hari Walid pergi kemana mana.
Naik kereta keledai mengantarkan orang orang.
Sambil berhati hati menghindari drone terbang.
Itulah normal baru Walid.

Kamera Nassar tampak kusam.
Tiap hari dia selalu menyusuri jalanan berdebu.
Yang dia potret hanya rombongan pengungsi dan mayat mayat bergelimpangan.
Itulah normal baru Nassar.

Ketika ramadhan Fatema merasa sedih.
Dia tak punya bahan untuk membuat kue.
Yang dia punya hanyalah sisa tepung penuh belatung.
Itulah normal baru Fatema.

Kakeknya Ashraf terbaring lemah di dalam tenda.
Sering berteriak ketakutan saat mendengar suara.
Ledakan demi ledakan bombardir pesawat jet dan helikopter.
Itulah normal baru kakeknya Ashraf.

Khalil sering menggerutu.
Tiap pertandingan El Classico dia tidak bisa nonton.
Yang bisa dia lakukan hanya membaca berita sepakbola.
Itulah normal baru Khalil.

Huda merasa lelah meneruskan kuliah online.
Sementara dia sering terkenang dengan kampusnya yang telah hancur.
Dan juga teman temannya yang telah tewas.
Itulah normal baru Huda.

Ketika musim panas Kareem sangat menderita.
Dia kepanasan di dalam tenda yang sempit.
Sementara di luar matahari benar benar terik.
Itulah normal baru Kareem.

Shayma kesal laptopnya rusak.
Dia tak bisa lagi menonton film dan anime yang sering dia unduh.
Sementara tukang servis laptop baru saja tewas.
Itulah normal baru Shayma.

Tiap pergi ke pasar ayahnya Lubna merasa sedih.
Sayuran dan buah buahan harganya naik tinggi tak terbeli.
Padahal dulu bisa dipanen banyak di kebun sendiri.
Itulah normal baru ayahnya Lubna.

Malak sering sakit sakitan.
Tak ada yang bisa dia lakukan selain hanya terbaring lemah.
Kehilangan semangat untuk melakukan apapun.
Itulah normal baru Malak.

Tiap sore Zaina selalu kelelahan.
Dia terus keliling tempat pengungsian menjual falafel buatannya.
Tapi hanya sedikit orang yang punya uang untuk membeli.
Itulah normal baru Zaina.

Saat merasa suntuk Dima sering menyesal.
Dia tidak membawa koleksi novelnya yang tertinggal di rumah.
Satu satunya penghiburan hanyalah mengingat berbagai cerita koleksi novelnya.
Itulah normal baru Dima.

Anak anaknya Hussein selalu kelelahan.
Tiap hari mereka menghabiskan waktu berjam jam.
Hanya untuk antri pembagian air dan makanan saat panas terik.
Itulah normal baru anak anaknya Hussein.

Tiap hari Reem selalu kelelahan kurang tidur.
Apalagi saat menstruasi dia benar benar menderita.
Sobekan tenda yang kasar dia jadikan pembalut.
Itulah normal baru Reem.

Amal telah kehilangan semangat dan harapan.
Tak sanggup meneruskan kuliah online di tengah kekacauan.
Rencana melanjutkan kuliah ke Eropa sudah dia lupakan.
Itulah normal baru Amal.

Dr Ghassan sering kebingungan.
Pasokan obat obatan di rumah sakit Al Quds semakin habis.
Sementara tiap hari puluhan orang dan anak  yang terluka terus berdatangan.
Itulah normal baru Dr Ghassan.

Ahmed dan keluarganya kelelahan bertahan hidup.
Berkali kali mereka pindah tempat pengungsian.
Setelah tenda tenda dibombardir pesawat jet dan helikopter.
Itulah normal baru Ahmed.

Saat tengah malam Aboud sering bersedih.
Dia menyesal tidak bisa menyelamatkan rekan rekannya di rumah sakit Al Shifa.
Mereka tewas dieksekusi massal hingga Aboud merasa sedih mengingatnya.
Itulah normal baru Aboud.

Tiap malam Mahmoud sering meratapi nasib.
Dia kehilangan segalanya tak punya apa apa lagi , tak punya siapa siapa lagi.
Dia sering mempertanyakan kenapa dirinya masih hidup.
Itulah normal baru Mahmoud.

Sham mengalami trauma parah.
Tatapannya kosong dan sering menangis.
Teringat keluarganya yang tewas dilindas tank.
Itulah normal baru Sham.

Saat malam yang dingin Sondos selalu menghangatkan diri.
Dia membakar tumpukan buku kuliahnya dengan rasa kecewa.
Baginya hukum internasional dan hak asasi manusia cuma ilusi belaka.
Itulah normal baru Sondos.

Tiap malam Bayan dan Layan tidak bisa tidur.
Di tengah bombardir pesawat jet tanpa henti mereka terus memandangi langit.
Berharap keajaiban akan mengubah keadaan.
Itulah normal baru Bayan dan Layan.

Normal baru menjadi masa kini yang menyakitkan.
Terlalu menyakitkan untuk dijalani selama setahun lebih.
Tak ada yang tahu kapan berakhirnya kekacauan panjang yang tak berkesudahan.
Terus menerus menghancurkan kehidupan dan mengancam masa depan.


November 2024

By Alvian Eleven
Abdullah Ayyash Oct 2014
Hopeless, is what I've become
I don’t fool myself
I don’t shed a single tear
I don’t submit with fear
I accept willingly
Tears become fuel
Fear becomes power
That’s what you’ll ever see
When I cry silently

Abdullah Ayyash
(12/09/2014)
Aztec Warrior Dec 2015
DUCT TAPE**

"Abdullah Thani Faris al Andzi lost both his legs in a U.S. bombing campaign in Afghanistan while he was employed as a humanitarian aide worker. After his first leg was amputated, he was arrested by bounty hunters and turned over to U.S. forces. While in custody, his second leg was amputated. He has been held at Guantanamo since 2002, where he has received inadequate medical treatment and often been forced to walk using prosthetic limbs held together only with duct tape."
- from "poems from Guantanamo: the Detainees Speak"

~~~~~

As the bombs rain,
they tell us they are for peace.
So I ask them:
Do flowers bloom
or grass grow
held in such chains;
or seeing humans
suffer such pains?
~~~~~
Mountains weep,
and I speak in tear filled oceans,
whose ebb and flow
erode my beach of hope;
all I have left are curses
told in Arabic qasid verses.
~~~~~
As the bombs rain,
ripping apart innocent people's limbs,
they say they are for peace.
And I ask:
will birds fly
and sing their songs,
or will they,
like so many of us,
have only plastic legs
held together with duct tape?

~~redzone (Aztec Warrior) 9.23.10
(Another earlier poem I wrote using a different pen name)
Even after promise after promise of release and proven innocence there are still over 100 detainees at Guantanamo (Gitmo)... everything about this represents war crimes and crimes against humanity... but the U.S. has never ever stood for anything but crimes against humanity...
Julian Delia Aug 2019
Last July was the hottest month, ever.
That is, ever since we ‘officially’ started tracking weather.
The Earth is lying on the bathroom floor, wrists severed;
I wonder whether this is a storm we can weather,
Or whether we’ll all perish together.

Greenland lost 12.5 billion tonnes of ice sheets.
That is,
The island that was 80% ice is becoming one, giant, puddle.
The earth is about to be slain, a warrior conceding defeat;
Huddle up, give your loved ones a cuddle,
For we are so troubled that any aliens out there must be truly befuddled.

My generation was born with a guillotine looming over our heads.
An impending sense of dread,
As corporations put on their executioner’s hoods,
And reach for the lever.
A sordid reality in which to save the planet,
One must fight one’s own government;
A reality in which we may have done permanent damage,
A reality in which valour gets no monuments,
But only condemnation and incarceration.

Remember these names:

Julian Assange. Currently awaiting an 18-count indictment charge from the US.

Edward Snowden. Could face up to 30 years in prison if the US get their hands on him.

Chelsea Manning. Spent 7 years in prison.

Abdullah Öcalan. In prison since 1999.

Edem Bekirov. A man who has been dying in prison for the past year.

Benny Tai. Sentenced to over a year for fighting for what is right.

Nasser Zefzafi. In prison for the next 20 years.

Kerry Shakaboona Marshall. A man who received a life sentence aged 17 years old.

Simon Blevins, Richard Roberts, and Richard Loizou. Sentenced to over a year for fighting fracking.

Tim DeChristopher. 21 months for fighting oil and gas pipelines.

Stella Nyanzi. The raunchy Ugandan poetess who cannot be tamed, no matter how many times prison beckons.

This list is basically endless.
It is saturated in blood that drips from the corners of the page,
Soaked in the rage of brave men and women, living in a cage.

Depression. Exhaustion. Numbness.
Oppression and a lack of caution,
Leading us to this dumb mess.
This can no longer be the norm.
We can no longer conform,
Nor can we compromise or haggle;
We must reverse our own demise,
For this is our generation’s battle.
The pain of our extinction.
Alvian Eleven Dec 2024
Sebelum 07 Oktober adalah normal lama.
Orang orang Gaza masih punya kehidupan.
Kehidupan yang telah menjadi masa lalu.
Masa lalu yang hanya bisa dikenang.

Hassan selalu senang tiap jumat siang.
Setelah shalat jumat dia bisa makan enak bersama keluarganya.
Lalu bersantai di tepi pantai hingga sore.
Itulah normal lama Hassan.

Tiap hari Asmaa bersemangat mengajar.
Pelajaran bahasa Arab untuk sekolah dasar.
Murid muridnya selalu berisik di dalam kelas.
Itulah normal lama Asmaa.

Samara selalu merayakan ulang tahun anaknya.
Dia membuat kue **** dan memasang hiasan lucu.
Boneka besar menjadi hadiah untuk anaknya.
Itulah normal lama Samara.

Tiap sore Mai selalu menyetir mobilnya.
Pelan pelan melewati jalan Al Rashid yang ramai.
Sambil melihat lihat suasana tepi pantai.
Itulah normal lama Mai.

Mustafa sibuk bekerja siang malam.
Mengumpulkan uang untuk membayar dowri.
Agar dia bisa secepatnya mengawini gadis pujaannya.
Itulah normal lama Mustafa.

Fadi selalu begadang tiap malam.
Saat listrik menyala dia sibuk melakukan banyak hal.
Mengecas laptop , mengetik makalah , mencuci baju dan lainnya.
Itulah normal lama Fadi.

Tiap hari Mariam selalu sibuk.
Pagi hingga sore dia berada di kantor.
Bekerja mengurusi periklanan dan digital marketing.
Itulah normal lama Mariam.

Heba selalu senang belanja di pasar.
Dia membeli daging , sayuran , buah buahan dan bumbu masakan.
Saat tiba di rumah dia langsung bersemangat memasak.
Itulah normal lama Heba.

Saat pagi Yousef sering pergi ke dermaga.
Dia melihat laut sambil menghirup udara segar.
Lalu membeli banyak ikan yang baru ditangkap nelayan.
Itulah normal lama Yousef.

Mohammed bertubuh kekar.
Tiap sore dia rutin pergi ke gym atau latihan tinju.
Terus berolahraga menjaga kebugaran tubuh.
Itulah normal lama Mohammed.

Lulus kuliah Abdullah masih menganggur.
Dia sering berhutang apapun di toko tetangganya.
Saat ditagih seperti biasa dia selalu menghilang.
Itulah normal lama Abdullah.

Keluarga Ali punya kebun olive.
Tiap musim panen dia selalu senang memetik olive.
Sambil makan manakeesh dan zaatar bersama keluarganya.
Itulah normal lama Ali.

Tiap malam Tareq sibuk belajar.
Dia ingin mendapat nilai tinggi saat ujian tawjihi.
Agar keluarganya merasa bangga padanya.
Itulah normal lama Tareq.

Ayahnya Omar bekerja di bengkel.
Dia sering memasang tabung gas untuk mobil.
Sopir sopir taksi tidak perlu membeli bensin.
Itulah normal lama ayahnya Omar.

Tiap menerima gaji Khaled merasa senang.
Dia selalu mengajak keluarganya makan enak.
Menyantap berbagai hidangan sea food di restoran Abu Hasira.
Itulah normal lama Khaled.

Wajah Eman selalu tampak cantik.
Dia rutin pergi ke salon melakukan perawatan.
Produk produk kecantikan juga dia beli semua.
Itulah normal lama Eman.

Ketika musim dingin Aya selalu senang.
Dia menghabiskan waktu membaca koleksi novelnya.
Sambil makan burger dan mereguk hangatnya sahlab.
Itulah normal lama Aya.

Tiap hari Walid selalu keliling Elsaraya.
Dia menyopir taksi mencari cari penumpang.
Sementara anak anak jalanan menjual tissue dan biskuit.
Itulah normal lama Walid.

Saat ada orang menikah Nassar selalu diundang.
Dia menjadi fotografer untuk memotret pengantin.
Pernikahan meriah di hotel dan resort tepi pantai.
Itulah normal lama Nassar.

Saat ramadhan toko Fatema selalu ramai.
Orang orang datang membeli berbagai kue buatannya.
Kaak , qatayef , baklava , kunafa dan lainnya.
Itulah normal lama Fatema.

Ketika hujan deras malam hari.
Kakeknya Ashraf selalu mendengarkan radio.
Menunggu lagu lagu Fairuz diputar sambil menghisap hookah.
Itulah normal lama kakeknya Ashraf.

Saat pertandingan El Classico.
Khalil dan teman temannya selalu pergi ke kafe.
Nonton bersama sambil bersorak sorak.
Itulah normal lama Khalil.

Huda kuliah literatur Inggris di Universitas Al Azhar.
Dia senang menghabiskan waktu di kampus.
Nongkrong di kantin atau baca buku di perpustakaan.
Itulah normal lama Huda.

Ketika musim panas Kareem tidak betah di rumah.
Dia sering nongkrong bersama teman temannya di tepi pantai.
Sambil makan jagung , kacang dan minum barrad.
Itulah normal lama Kareem.

Generator di rumah Shayma sering mati.
Biasanya dia keluar membawa laptop nongkrong di kafe.
Mereguk hangatnya mocca sambil mengunduh film dan anime.
Itulah normal lama Shayma.

Ayahnya Lubna punya kebun buah buahan.
Stroberi , jeruk , lemon , semangka dan kurma.
Tiap hari kebun itu selalu diurus secara telaten.
Itulah normal lama ayahnya Lubna.

Malak sering ikut kegiatan.
Pemberdayaan dan kreatifitas anak muda.
Dia belajar coding dan konten multimedia.
Itulah normal lama Malak.

Setelah lulus kuliah Zaina sulit mendapat pekerjaan.
Dia membuka kios kecil yang menjual falalel.
Orang orang selalu datang membeli falafel buatannya.
Itulah normal lama Zaina.

Dima punya banyak koleksi novel.
Dia sering membeli berbagai novel di toko Samir Mansour.
Lalu dia membacanya sambil berbaring di kasur.
Itulah normal lama Dima.

Tiap pulang sekolah anak anaknya Hussein selalu senang.
Mereka dibelikan Playstation agar bisa bermain game.
Ada balapan , pertarungan dan petualangan.
Itulah normal lama anak anaknya Hussein.

Tiap hari Reem selalu enerjik.
Dia menjadi instruktur fitness dan aerobik.
Tak mengherankan kalau tubuhnya tampak langsing dan kencang.
Itulah normal lama Reem.

Masa akhir kuliah Amal sibuk belajar.
Dia ingin segera lulus dengan nilai yang bagus.
Mendapat beasiswa kuliah ke Eropa adalah impiannya.
Itulah normal lama Amal.

Menjadi ahli bedah adalah pekerjaan Dr Ghassan.
Selama puluhan tahun dia menjadi dokter di rumah sakit Al Quds.
Walaupun gajinya tak seberapa tapi dia selalu semangat bekerja.
Itulah normal lama Dr Ghassan.

Ahmed dan keluarganya baru saja pindah ke apartemen.
Apartemen berfasilitas lengkap yang dibangun di tepi pantai.
Kehidupan terasa nyaman tanpa mengalami masalah apapun.
Itulah normal lama Ahmed.

Setelah lulus kuliah medis Aboud langsung bekerja di rumah sakit Al Shifa.
Dia senang bekerja dengan rekan rekannya yang penuh semangat.
Menyembuhkan orang orang dengan berbagai keluhan penyakit.
Itulah normal lama Aboud.

Kehidupan Mahmoud benar benar bahagia.
Dia tinggal di apartemen mewah bersama keluarganya.
Berbagai bisnis yang dia punya terus menerus untung besar.
Itulah normal lama Mahmoud.

Tiap hari Sham senang menghabiskan waktu di rumah.
Berkumpul bersama keluarganya menikmati kebersamaan yang menyenangkan.
Baginya keluarga adalah segalanya.
Itulah normal lama Sham.

Sondos kuliah hukum di Universitas Al Azhar.
Dia mempelajari hukum internasional dan hak asasi manusia.
Dia ingin Palestina yang terjajah mendapatkan keadilan.
Itulah normal lama Sondos.

Melukis adalah hobi Bayan dan Layan.
Mereka paling senang melukis langit seperti lukisan Van Gogh.
Bagi mereka langit menyimpan segala misteri yang tak diketahui manusia.
Itulah normal lama Bayan dan Layan.

Normal lama berakhir setelah 07 Oktober.
Orang orang Gaza tidak lagi punya kehidupan.
Hanya ada masa kini yang menyakitkan.
Dan masa depan yang terancam.


November 2024

By Alvian Eleven
Alvian Eleven Dec 2024
Setiap hari kubuka Tiktok.
Selalu kulihat banyak video.
Terus diposting orang orang Gaza.
Bercampur antara duka lara dan suka cita.

Anas sang jurnalis di Jabalia.
Menyiarkan berita bombardir pesawat jet.
Menghancurkan rumah dan sekolah.
Mayat anak anak tergeletak dimana mana.

Hamada sang juru masak di Khan Yunis.
Bersemangat memasak shawarma ayam.
Lalu dia membagikan untuk anak anak.
Mereka tertawa gembira bisa makan enak.

Motasem sang jurnalis di Beit Lahia.
Mendatangi beberapa tenda pengungsi.
Anak anak di dalam tenda tenda itu.
Semuanya kurus kering kelaparan.

Mona sang relawan di Al Mawasi.
Sibuk membagikan bahan bahan kebutuhan.
Beras , tepung , minyak , gula , mie.
Para pengungsi senang menerimanya.

Bisan sang jurnalis di Al Maghazi.
Bertemu banyak rombongan pengungsi.
Mereka kelelahan berjalan jauh.
Sandal dan sepatu mereka sobek semua.

Tito sang badut di Gaza Utara.
Selalu enerjik menghibur anak anak.
Bermain , bernyanyi , berjoget.
Tertawa gembira bersama sama.

Dr Mohammed di rumah sakit Kamal Adwan.
Merasa kelelahan dan ketakutan.
Sendirian mengurusi orang orang terluka.
Sementara rekan rekannya ditangkap semua.

Said sang relawan di Al Nuseirat.
Tanpa lelah memasang tenda tenda.
Memasak makanan dan membagikan barang.
Untuk pengungsi yang terlantar.

Saleh sang jurnalis di Khan Yunis.
Menemukan anak lelaki saat tengah malam.
Menangis sendirian di kuburan ibunya.
Tidak mau kembali ke tenda hingga pagi tiba.

Dahlan sang relawan di Deir El Balah.
Mengadakan acara nonton kartun bersama.
Anak anak berkumpul dan merasa gembira.
Nonton kartun sambil makan popcorn.

Ahmed sang jurnalis di Al Nuseirat.
Merasa kasihan melihat anak anak di dalam tenda.
Mereka kepanasan saat siang terik.
Dan kebanjiran saat hujan deras.

Samaa sang gadis pemain biola di Tel El Hawa.
Duduk di bawah pohon sambil memainkan biola.
Anak anak yang melihatnya tampak tenang.
Terlarut melupakan semua penderitaan.

Youmna sang jurnalis di Shujaiya.
Bertemu anak anak yang terlantar.
Mereka memungut makanan dari sampah.
Dan meminum air dari comberan.

Alaa sang tukang cukur di Al Nuseirat.
Mencukur rambut orang orang tanpa bayaran.
Dia cukup senang mendapat sedikit imbalan.
Rokok , roti , kopi atau ucapan terima kasih.

Hossam sang jurnalis di stadion Yarmouk.
Meliput banyak pengungsi yang berdatangan.
Mereka kelelahan , kelaparan , kehausan.
Terlantar tak punya tenda.

Renad sang gadis cilik di Deir El Balah.
Selalu ceria memasak berbagai makanan.
Dia memasak maqluba tanpa ayam.
Harga ayam naik tinggi tak terbeli.

Doaa sang jurnalis di rumah sakit Al Nasser.
Mengunjungi anak anak yang terluka.
Ada yang tangan dan kakinya buntung.
Ada yang kulitnya mengelupas terkena fosfor.

Israa sang guru di Al Bureij.
Mengajak rekan rekannya membuka tenda sekolah.
Mereka memberi alat menulis dan menggambar.
Anak anak senang bisa sekolah lagi.

Hind sang jurnalis di rumah sakit Al Aqsa.
Menyiarkan berita yang mengerikan.
Tenda tenda di sekitarnya hancur berantakan.
Terbakar terkena bombardir pesawat jet.

Samih sang pemuda pemain oud di Deir El Balah.
Penuh semangat bernyanyi sambil memainkan oud.
Sementara teman temannya lincah menari dabke.
Menghibur orang orang yang mengungsi.

Samara sang jurnalis di Al Zaitun.
Mendatangi tenda tenda para pengungsi.
Banyak anak anak yang kulitnya gatal.
Penuh borok dirubungi lalat.

Abdullah sang petani di Khan Yunis.
Nekat menyelinap kembali ke kebunnya.
Agar dia bisa memanen sekarung buah olive.
Cukup untuk dibagi para pengungsi.

Faiz sang jurnalis di Rafah.
Meliput jalanan yang sepi.
Tak ada apapun selain mayat mayat berlumuran darah.
Tewas bergelimpangan diserang quadcopter.

Hassan sang dosen di Al Rimal.
Tanpa lelah melakukan kuliah online.
Para mahasiswa bersemangat melanjutkan kuliah.
Tak peduli dengan kekacauan , kesulitan dan keterbatasan.

Mahmoud sang jurnalis di Shujaiya.
Menutup hidungnya sambil melakukan liputan.
Mayat mayat membusuk menjadi tulang belulang.
Dimakan anjing anjing liar yang kelaparan.

Abdallah sang relawan di Deir El Balah.
Sibuk mengurusi banyak kucing liar.
Dia mengobati dan memberi makan.
Lalu membelai belai dan bermain main.

  Mousa sang penyelamat sipil di Beit Hanoun.
Merasa putus asa tidak bisa menolong.
Orang orang yang terluka tertimpa bangunan.
Merintih rintih kesakitan menunggu kematian.

Fadi sang relawan di Al Maghazi.
Terus bergerak bersama rekan rekannya.
Mereka memasang solar panel , mengebor sumur dan membuat.
Para pengungsi memuji kerja keras mereka.

Yousef sang petugas medis di rumah sakit Al Quds.
Merasa ketakutan naik ambulance.
Drone pengebom terus mengejar.
Meledakkan jalanan yang dilewati.

Menna sang pelukis di Al Shati.
Menyuruh anak anak untuk mengantri.
Sementara dia melukis wajah mereka satu persatu.
Lukisan semangka , Handala dan bendera Palestina.

Nofal sang jurnalis di Shujaiya.
Mewawancarai seorang pria kurus penuh luka.
Pria itu baru saja dibebaskan dari penjara.
Terus disiksa hingga mengalami trauma.

Maha sang jurnalis di Deir El Balah.
Bersantai di pantai sambil memandangi senja.
Sementara anak anak muda di sekitarnya.
Penuh semangat bermain sepakbola.

Naji sang sopir taxi di kota Gaza.
Menyetir mobilnya pelan pelan sambil menangis.
Dia sedih melihat seluruh kotanya hancur lebur.
Tak ada yang tersisa selain puing puing reruntuhan.

Fatema sang relawan di Al Shati.
Berkumpul bersama anak anak perempuan di tenda besar.
Mereka duduk di tikar sambil membaca ayat ayat Al Quran.
Terdengar merdu hingga meneguhkan keimanan.

Ouda sang jurnalis di Jabalia.
Bertemu seorang pria yang naik kereta keledai pelan pelan.
kereta keledai itu mengangkut mayat anak anak yang berlumuran darah.
Ada yang kepalanya pecah , ada yang perutnya hancur.

Nour sang jurnalis di kota Gaza.
Tertawa senang melihat anak anak muda di sekitarnya.
Mereka bermain parkour melompati puing puing reruntuhan.
Lalu mengibarkan bendera Palestina di atas atap yang hampir roboh.

Khaled sang jurnalis di Beit Hanoun.
Tergesa gesa meliput pengeboman drone di jalanan.
Ledakan bom menghancurkan mobil hingga ringsek.
Orang orang di dalam mobil tewas mengenaskan berlumuran darah.

Ashraf sang insinyur elektronik di Al Nuseirat.
Tampak senang memamerkan barang barang buatannya.
Kipas angin , lampu meja , charger ponsel hingga kulkas.
Semuanya dibuat dengan rongsokan yang dia temukan.

Lubna sang jurnalis di rumah sakit Al Shifa.
Meliput kengerian setelah pembantaian massal.
Ratusan mayat membusuk bergelimpangan dimana mana.
Semuanya hancur tak berbentuk setelah dilindas tank dan buldoser.

Firas sang relawan di Al Bureij.
Naik truk bersama rekan rekannya ke tempat pengungsian.
Begitu tiba mereka langsung membagikan sepatu , mantel dan jaket tebal.
Anak anak senang tak lagi kedinginan.

Jumana sang janda di Al Mawasi.
Menangis teringat suaminya yang tewas tertembak quadcopter.
Dia juga lelah berusaha bertahan hidup tanpa suaminya.
Sementara anak anaknya masih kecil semua.

Rami sang pemuda kreatif di Al Nuseirat.
Mengumpulkan banyak kardus bekas dari tempat sampah.
Setelah itu dia membuat beraneka mainan kardus untuk anak anak.
Mobil mobilan , motor motoran , kapal kapalan dan lainnya.

Wedad sang gadis remaja di Al Mawasi.
Termenung sedih sambil memegang kunci tua dan kunci baru.
Kunci tua itu milik neneknya yang terusir dari rumah sejak 1948.
Kunci baru itu miliknya sendiri yang terus dibawa setelah rumahnya dihancurkan.

Mosab sang pelukis mural di Rafah.
Membawa banyak peralatan lukis dan cat beraneka warna.
Dengan penuh semangat dia melukis mural di reruntuhan tembok yang lebar.
Yang dia lukis adalah sosok Handala sedang makan semangka.

Dokter Ayaz di rumah sakit Al Awda.
Menangis melihat bayi bayi prematur yang tidur dalam inkubator.
Tak ada kiriman bahan bakar untuk terus menyalakan listrik yang hampir padam.
Bayi bayi prematur itu akan segera mati satu persatu.

Aboud sang pemuda kreatif di Al Maghazi.
Mengajak anak anak membuat layangan besar bendera Palestina.
Lalu mereka menerbangkan layangan besar itu di tepi pantai.
Siapapun yang melihatnya merasa masih punya harapan.

Duka lara yang dialami orang orang Gaza masih terus berlanjut.
Tapi orang orang Gaza masih terus melanjutkan suka cita.
Melakukan apapun yang masih bisa dilakukan.
Menikmati apapun yang masih bisa dinikmati.


November 2024

By Alvian Eleven
Cedric McClester Sep 2015
By: Cedric McClester

See those who would build a Califate
Based on a dogma of pure hate
Can’t be Muslims as they state
So Muslims don’t participate
But once that is what they’ve decided
Only those who are misguided
Could tolerate or abide it
‘Cos they’re apostates who deny it

When we look at their ravages
We have to call them low-life savages
Their track record on the average is
To multiply their destructive damages
And Islam is a poor excuse
For their unique kind of abuse
Where are the good deeds they produce
That can’t be found they’re of no use

Isis can’t build an Islamic state
Because true Muslims can’t relate
To the things that they dictate
The Mumeenun won’t bite the bait
Their leader is a mad man
Who clearly doesn’t read Qu’ran
So diabolical is his plan
And wanton ****** has become his brand

Read the Qu’ran follow the sunnah
Of Prophet Muhammad ibn Abdullah
Not the dictates of a crazy mullah
Who like Shaytan is there to fool ya
Because that’s who al-Bagdadi is
A charlatan for sure square biz
Who couldn’t pass an Islamic quiz
Now that I’ve said it, there it is

Cedric McClester, Copyright © 2015.  All rights reserved.
Mumeenun (true believer)
Quarantinistani Apr 2020
"So if I do that, nothing can hurt me?
"No, Abdullah, it won't stop the bullets.
If someone is trying to hurt you,
you have to call the police or get help, okay?"
"Even if it's Mommy?"
"Where's daddy?"
"He's never home."
"..."
Abdullah Ayyash Oct 2014
Sorrow eyes, like sunset
Sallow voice, like a broken flute
Get back to the world...

Sunny skies, when you smile
Happy birds, when you speak
Keep happiness alive...

It's love, you must retain
In my memories, you should remain
Get back to my world...

Abdullah Ayyash
April 25th, 2014
Abdullah Ayyash Oct 2014
Tell me about the time
When you were a divine flower
Tell me about the days
When you gave the sun its power
Tell me about the life you’ve used
Building your tower
Tell me what to use for my tears
When they **** happiness with your fire
Just tell me…
Just show me…
Just whisper…
I can no longer wait
I can no longer stay
I can no longer live
More than just an hour

Abdullah Ayyash
May 8th, 2014
Abdullah Ayyash Oct 2014
Read me...
Keep your judgment away
Call me...
Not if you want to play
Follow me...
Like me...
Love me...
Stay with me...
I'll be yours every day

Abdullah Ayyash
October 3rd, 2014
Alvian Eleven Dec 2024
This afternoon the weather is light rain.
I'm sitting alone at a bus stop on the side of the road.
Smoking a cigarette while opening my Tiktok account.
As usual I see posts from Gazans.
Various videos about their daily lives amidst the long chaos.

Half an hour ago Nour the journalist uploaded the video.
She saw a group of young people who looked enthusiastic.
They were doing parkour jumping over the rubbles of a building.
Then they were waving the Palestinian flag on a roof that was almost collapsing.

An hour ago Jumana uploaded her video.
She was sitting in her tent with her small children.
While crying she told about her husband who had just been shot dead by a quadcopter.
Without her husband life felt more difficult.

Two hours ago Yazan had just uploaded his video.
He was walking around Al Zaytoun with his friend.
Then he saw a man riding a donkey cart.
But in the cart there were several children's corpses covered in blood.

Three hours ago Mosab the mural painter uploaded his video.
He brought lots of paint and equipment.
He enthusiastically painted on the ruin of a wide wall.
What he painted was a picture of Handala eating watermelon.

Four hours ago Naji the taxi driver in Gaza City uploaded his video.
He was driving his car slowly around Al Rimal to Tel El Hawa.
He was sad to see the whole city destroyed.
Nothing was left but rubbles everywhere.

Five hours ago Nofal the journalist in Shujaiya uploaded his video.
He conducted an interview with a man who had just been released from prison.
His body was thin and covered in wounds.
His face looked traumatized and full of fear.

Six hours ago Israa the elementary school teacher uploaded a video.
She and her friends opened a tent school for children at the Al Bureij refugee camp.
The children also received bags , shoes , stationery , notebooks , drawing books and snacks.
They were happy to be able to learn while playing.

Seven hours ago Abdullah the farmer in Khan Yunis uploaded his video.
He sneaked back into his family's olive grove which had been burned down.
But he was still able to get a harvest even if it was only a sack.
Enough for the people in the refugee camp to share.

Eight hours ago Anas the journalist uploaded his video.
He was covering the news in a house that was destroyed by bombardment in Jabalia.
While the civil rescue team was trying to save children who were hit by the rubble.
They were seriously injured and covered in blood.

Nine hours ago Motasem the journalist uploaded his video.
He found several corpses lying on the street of Al Mawasi.
While stray dogs gathered and eating the corpses.
Until only bones were left.

Ten hours ago Said uploaded his video.
He was cooking lentil soup in a big ***.
After that he distributed it to the children.
They all ate while laughing happily.

Eleven hours ago Mohammed uploaded his video.
He was sitting with his cat named Leo. Mohammed complained that he was hungry and had no money to buy food.
He also complained about not being able to give food to Leo.

Twelve hours ago Hossam the journalist uploaded his video.
He was visiting a refugee camp in Beit Lahia.
There were many children who were skinny because of hunger.
Also children whose skin was itchy due to infection.

Thirteen hours ago Faiz the journalist uploaded his video.
He was seeing several bodies of people lying on Salahadin street.
Those people died by quadcopter fire.
While a car was burned by a drone bomb.

Fourteen hours ago Mariam uploaded her video.
She was queuing at the bakery in Deir El Balah.
There were so many people queuing until it was crowded.
Meanwhile she complained of being tired because she had been queuing for too long.

Fifteen hours ago Mona uploaded her video.
She was busy with her friends who were members of the volunteer team.
They distributed lots of necessary items to people who had taken refuge in the tents.
Soaps , shampoos , baby milks , diapers and sanitary pads.

Sixteen hours ago Zinah uploaded her video.
She complained of being tired because her tent was flooded with rainwater.
The carpet , mattress and belongings were all wet.
While the heavy rain didn't stop soon.

That's how they go through day after day in Gaza.
I'm tired of seeing the long chaos in Gaza that continues every day without stopping.
What I can do is comment words of encouragement to them.
So that they don't feel abandoned by the world.
And they still have fighting spirit to get through the hard , tiring and dangerous days.


December 2024

By Alvian Eleven

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