Shattered Dreams

    Do not believe what you see on the screens of the patience of the families of the martyrs.. If you want to know the truth, just listen at the middle of the night .. you will hear moaning of a mother who lost her son or daughter coming out of the silence .. you will hear her heart shattering into pieces .. she is awake, unlike all of us, sitting on his / her bed, clinging to his / her clothes, breathing the perfume on those clothes which will disappear soon .. just like her son / daughter ...

     They say time heals .. but how can a mother fill this hole that has been bunched in her chest ... only yesterday her son was sleeping on his bed, and today he is buried underground !!! This is not how nature works, he is still so young .. an entire life is a head of him !! Who could possibly fill the gap he left ?! 

She will never hear his voice again ... she will never see his smiles ... she will never get her forehead kissed by him again ... she will never attend his graduation and will never see him throwing his graduation hat in the air with his friends ... she will never see him falling in love nor getting married ... she will never see him having a family of his own .. his chair on the dinner table will be empty forever .. his bed .. his favorite couch ..!!

     What can you say to a mother who will never see her daughter in the white dress .. how can you make up to a  father who will never smile in tears while handing over his daughter to her groom in her wedding day ..!! Her laughs, her kindness, the tasty coffee she used to make.. her tender heart .. will all disappear now ..!!

       What about those children whose biggest worries was finishing high school to go to collage ?! Now, all what their mothers can do is talking about what they wanted to study .. what they dreamed to be ..!! Their friends will stop playing football in the neighborhood now, because the team is not complete .. the spirit of the team is not complete .. !!

         Now the mother of the martyr has to bury all the hopes and dreams with her son / her daughter.. Why? Because his / her life has been ended by bullets full of hatred and grudge ... Bullets which decided that those normal dreams are dangerous and must not come true...  

     Nobody can feel what the families of the martyrs feel, especially  when they receive the news.. that overwhelming feeling can not be put in words ..my cosine was killed last year by a settler while he was participating in a PEACEFUL march that supports Gaza, he was only 20 years old .. At the first moments of hearing the news, you feel like you were detached from reality and thrown out of time .. it takes a while before you absorb the bitter truth .. 

     Our martyrs are not just numbers, not just pictures to hang on the walls.. in the streets and on cars .. They are stories must be told to the whole world... We betray their memories when we remember them just as names .. We kill them again if we ignored the story each martyr has.. We must not just tell the world how they were killed, but also how they lived...

Dania Arshid , Hebron / 16 years
"She was like a breeze" that's how Dania's father described his daughter. She was loved by everyone knew her with her friendly smile,, she dreamed to pass high school with high grades to continue her study at the university. Her father says that he misses her mostly in the morning because she used to make him coffee and drink it with him ...

Mohannad Al-Halabi , Ramallah / 20 years
A second year student in law Department at Al-Quds University, Abu dis.. The second son to five brothers..  He was a quiet guy,  brave and loved by everyone knew him. He was dreaming of becoming a lawyer ... and he also was a friend of the martyr Diyaa Talahmeh ....

 Bahaa Eliyyan , Jerusalem / 22 years

He was cultured, funny, a good looking guy and a  volunteer ,, He was the one who  initiated the campaign of the longest readers chain around the walls of Jerusalem which was recorded in Guinness Book with one thousand readers in March, 2015 .. Bahaa never entered the University, but he managed to make himself a respected reputation by creating a group of volunteer youths in Jerusalem which participated in so many activities aim to protect the identity of Jerusalem .. Bahaa was killed but his friends will continue what he started .. he died but his dreams will never die ...    

Bashar Ja'bari , Hebron / 15 years

He is the youngest son to his family. He is a friendly  kid and used  to help everyone ask him to.. He used to work at the the family's factory everyday after his school.. he was killed with his cuisine Hussam ( the martyr in the next photo ) while they were going to their homes...

Hussam Ja'bari , Hebron / 17 years

He was a gentlemen and a peaceful young man as his mother described him .. He kept telling her that he wants to marry and have a family of his own .. She says :" Now i will never see him again and will never see him as a groom ... "

 Abdulrahman Obeidullah , Bethlehem / 11 years

The youngest son to his family. His mother said that he used to play football with his friends everyday after school. He was dreaming of becoming a successful businessman. He was killed while he was playing with his friends ..

Mohammed Ali , Jerusalem / 25 years

He supposed to get married  soon.. He was a guy with a friendly smile, loved by all his friends and family, had a good spirit and used to make jokes to make everyone around him happy .. His mother says that he bought so many clothes before he was killed and that was awkward according  to her,, those clothes is all what she had left from him to remind her that he will never wear them ...  

Diyaa Talahmeh , Hebron / 20 years

A student at Al-Quds University- Abu dis, majoring in  engineering ,, Diaa was a gentleman and loved by all his friends and his family .. He was a friend of the martyr Mohannad Al-Halabi ...  

 Bayan Esili , Hebron / 16 yers
 Her family described her as a girl of a  good manners, brave, ambitious, has a good personalty and one of the best students in her class ,, She dreamed of passing high school and studying Economics in the University ... 

Basil Sidir , Hebron / 20 years

Basil was a huge fan of the Palestinian football team in general, and Hebron local club in particular. His friends say that he never missed a game .. He used to cheer his team with his drums.. in honor to his memory, his friends hanged his drums in Al-Husain bin Ali Stadium in Hebron ... 

Fadi Allon , Jerusalem / 19 years
The only son for his family, he didn't see his mother, who lives in Jordan,  in 17 years because he and his father were forbidden-ed  from travelling to Jordan by the Israeli authorities  , Fadi loved singing, he had a nice voice, he was loved by his family and all his friends ..

Think before you post @ social media

          P.S.: This blog is composed based on my personal observations of the use of social media, I'm not including any researches, studies nor statistics, just my personal view.

             No one can deny that social media became an essential part of everyone's daily life. It is our open gate to everything happening around the world, it is also our bridge that connects us with our friends and family members everywhere. If you want to keep up with what is going on, then get on the train. Facebook, Twitter, Snapchat, Instagram, Ask fm, Youtube, Pentrist and so many other applications will keep you in the spotlight if you used them in the right way.

     Facebook

     

        It is most likely to be a festival, you can find facebookers from all ages, religions, cultures, countries and nationalities, everyone is here...But if you want to shine among others, choose the right time to publish your posts and try to be distinctive about what you are publishing, How ? 

well, I have noticed that the best time to publish your posts is at the morning between 8-10 am, most people are awake at this time getting ready to go to work, schools, or universities but they usually check FB before they leave.

          Publishing at noon around 1:00 pm - 4:00 pm is a bad idea because it is probably your friends' nap time!! even from 5:00pm - 8:00pm is also not a good idea because people go out to enjoy their times away from social media noise. For me, I prefer to publish my posts at night and my posts reach most of my friends, because almost everyone check their FB account before they go to sleep. Avoid posting the good mornings and the good evenings everyday because it becomes boring by the time and most of your friends wont comment even if they saw that post( people who keep posting food photos or checking in where ever they go deserve to be blocked :) ). Make your posts variable as much as you can, share your opinion about what is going on around you. Make your friends search your profile just to see what you are sharing.

    Twitter

        I think this application gathers the intellectuals and serious users. It has a universal effect and the power to convey peoples' reaction about any event faster than any other application, you just need to be creative about how to put your thoughts in tweet because you have a limited numbers of letters, along with the trending hashtag...and you will be on the track with the other tweeters.It is not that big deal of you did not get any retweets or favorites, that's not the point, the point is to participate and be effective.

  Snapchat

         The latest application and my favorite. The idea of this application is interesting, it makes you feel closer to your friends and relatives you can't meet since its basic concept is to share with them photos and videos of your daily life. Snapchat is also your chance to show your talent in taking good shots of everything around you, I read once a nice sentence says: " Even if it is a photo on snapchat, try to make it beautiful." We can't also ignore the fact that you got to be a master in taking selfies, whether for you half of your face or all of it...:) I once read a study says that those who take a lot of selfies have psychological issues. Well, i think they are jealous because thay can't take good selfies :) (i'm kidding of course but as for the study it is a real study :) ) 

Instagram

            Let me start with those who who those who share photos of written proverbs and wise sayings !!! For me, i skip those posts and don't even bother myself in reading them. If you want to play wise, try Facebook for instance where you can actually type whatever you want, Instagram is for actual photos and videos. As for the hashtags, i think writing so many hashtags is not a smart thing, those who write ten lines of hashtags and most of them are not even related to the post !! what is exactly your point by doing that ??? Be logical please and stay normal, it is not a competition..

Ask

       I don't have an account on this application because i'm not completely convinced with its concept, i mean what is the point of interfering in peopls' personal life !!!  On Ask, you find the "brave heart" users who are not afraid of asking and answering with their names shown, on the other hand, you find the "chickens" who are annoyingly curios and ask questions non of their business with their names hidden, get a real life guys !!

       Sometimes i see Facebook like a football match or even a wedding, always crowded and active. Twitter is like a group of nerds studying in the library and making the best of their time. Snapchat is like your ID or your driving license. Where ever you go and whatever you do has to be posted on snapchat, not because it is a must, it is just nice to share your times. According to Ask, it is like a press conference, it is made for popular and famous figures who are not afraid to express themselves freely, and the other type of users who prefer to stand in the dark and watch from a distance quietly.

            

         

من في القدس, لا أرى في القدس الا أنت ..

           اخر مرة زرت فيها القدس كانت عندما كنت في العاشرة من عمري, قبل خمسة عشر عاماً ... تعقدت الامور كثيرا خلال هذه المدة واصبح شبه مستحيل لأي كان دخول القدس .. اصبحت القوانين صارمة جدا وهيهات الدخول اليها دون تصريح ( اذن دخول ).

منذ شهر انضممت لرحلة تضم القدس ويافا وطبعا لاجل ذلك كان علي ان اتقدم بطلب تصريح لأجل ذلك, صار هاجس رؤية القدس يلازمني ليل نهار .. شهر من الانتظار انتهى بمكالمة هاتفية تقول لي اني حصلت على التصريح .. بالطبع شعرت بالفرح ولكن خوفي لم ينتهي .. لا يزال هناك حاجز علي عبوره .. حاجز قلنديا .. قد احمل اذيال خيبتي واعود من هذا الحاجز .. لماذا ؟ ببساطة لان جنود الاحتلال يستطيعون ذلك ..

            جاء اليوم الموعود .. لم استطع النوم في الليلة السابقة ابدا .. كان الشعور العام وكأني سأقابل فردا من عائلتي لم أره منذ 15 عاما واكثر .. نعم واكثر .. كيف لا وهي القدس .. عشق اخر ...

توجهنا باكرا جدا ووصلنا الى معبر قلنديا ...3ساعات من الانتظار والتفتيش والتدقيق والذل والخوف من العودة ولكن كل ذلك يهون في سبيل لقاء المعشوقة .. مرارة الانتظار انتهت بكلمة من جندي لا ادري من اي مكان قذر جاء ليملي اوامره علي , في ارضي وبين اهلي ليقول لي ( يلا روح )!!!

                                           معبر قلنديا

20 دقيقة بعد المعبر أوصلتنا الى المدينة المقدسة ( مع العلم ان المسافة بين نابلس والقدس لا تستغرق 45 دقيقة ولكن الامر استغرق منا اليوم ما يقارب ال 4 ساعات !!) يا الهي أكاد أقسم ان الهواء هنا أنقى ويفوح مسكا , لم أعد اسمع شيئا حولي بعد ان قالت مشرفة الرحلة : "نحن الان في القدس وستلمحون بعد قليل قبة الصخرة لاننا على مشارف أسوار المسجد الاقصى" ...

"والقدس تعرف نفسها

اسأل هناك الخلق يدلك الجميع

فكل شيء في المدينة

ذو لسان حين تسأله يبين "

               من خلف الزجاج كنت أتأمل كل التفاصيل الى ان لمحت من خلف الاسوار أعلى القبة الذهبية ليرسم ذلك المشهد ابتسامة عريضة على وجهي  ولتتسارع دقات قلبي ... انها هناك .. لا زالت هناك .. خلف الاسوار !!

نزلنا عند باب العامود , وهو بوابة ضخمة كل حجر فيها يكاد ينطق بما مرت به هذه المدينة العظيمة .. ويقع باب العامود على السور القديم المحيط بالبلدة القديم وهو احد مداخلها.

"مررنا على دار الحبيب فردّنا    عن الدار قانون الاعادي وسورها

فقلت في نفسي ربما هي نعمة    فماذا ترى في القدس حين تزورها

متى تبصر القدس العتيقة مرة    فسوف تراها العين حيث تديرها"

             أسوار القدس

              باب العامود

            مشينا في ممرات واسواق القدس القديمة .. منذ ان دخلت باب العامود غاب كل شيء من عقلي ولم أعد أسمع سوى القدس ولا أتنفس الا القدس ولا أرى الا القدس ... رائحة العطور والبخور ستجبرك ان لا تفكر الا بالقدس .. رائحة الخبز فيها شيء اخر .. رائحة كل شيء فيها مختلف عنه في اي مكان اخر في العالم ...

"في القدس رائحة تلخص بابلاً والهند في دكان عطار في خان الزيت

والله رائحة لها لغة ستفهمها اذا اصغيت

وتقول لي اذ يطلقون قنابل الغاز والمسيل للدموع عليّ : لا تحفل بهم

وتفوح من بعد انحسار الغاز وهي تقول لي : أرأيت ؟ "

                                

                                              أسواق القدس

             مشينا ومشينا الى ان وصلنا الى درج يفضي الى ساحات واسعة , لم ادرك اين وصلنا حتى استوقفنا احد حراس المسجد الاقصى وقال لنا : ( رجاءا البسوا ملابس الصلاة احترام لقدسية وحرمة المسجد الاقصى لانكم رح تدخلوا ساحاته ) ..

ما أن خطوت أول خطوة دخل ساحات الاقصى , رفعت رأسي لتقع عيناي على مشهد يخطف الانفاس .. انها قبة الصخرة .. تقف هناك بشموخ وكبرياء وجمال تعجز اللغة عن وصفه .. مشيت بضع خطوات فقط لاقترب منها اكثر وتسمرت مكاني وانا انظر اليها بملئ بصري .. في حضرة هكذا مشهد لا تملك ال ان تبكي .. تبكي من الرهبة , من الشوق , ومن الحسرة ومع ذلك تردد في قلبك كلمات الحمد والشكر لله ان رزقك زيارتها .. 

قبة الصخرة , تقف هناك بكل عز وشموخ رغم وحدتها , ورغم الخذلان ,ورغم النكبات ,لاتزال شامخة تزهو بجمال لم ترى له مثيل ..

"في القدس تعريف الجمال مثمن الاضلاع أزرق

فوقه, يا دام عزك , قبة ذهبية

تبدو برأيي مثل مرآة محدبة , ترى وجه السماء ملخصا فيها

تدللها وتدنيها "

             دخلنا الى داخل مصلى قبة الصخرة لصلاة الظهر .. وما ان تنظر حولك ستكتشف ان جمالها من الداخل يخطف الانفاس اكثر , ناهيك عن الهدوء والسلام والرهبة والخشوع الذي يغمر النفس والروح.. كل تفصيل حولك يشد انتباهك رغما عنك .. كل نقش وكل حرف يبدو وكأنه يروي لك ما مرّ على هذه المدينة عبر الزمان ..

"في القدس يرتاح التناقض والعجائب ليس ينكرها العباد

كأنها قطع القماش يقلبون قديمها وجديدها

والمعجرات هناك تُلمَس باليدين

في القدس لو صافحت شيخاً أو لمست بناية

لوجدت منقوشاً على كفًّيك نَصَّ قصيدة

يا ابن الكرام او اثنتين "

              في منتصف قبة الصخرة تقبع الصخرة المشرفة التي عرج منها رسولنا الكريم عليه الصلاة والسلام  والى جانبها درد يتجه الى الاسفل يفضى الى مغارة تحتها .. في هذه المغارة لو نظرت الى الاعلى فسوف ترى فتحة منها عرج عليه الصلاة والسلام الى السماء... شعور لا يوصف وانت تقف في مكان وقف فيه سيد الخلق عليه افضل الصلاة والسلام ...

          مضى الوقت سريعا وكان لا بد ان نغادر .. ولكن كيف لشوق 15 عاما ان يشفيه لقاء ساعات ..  ولماذا لا استطيع العودة متى اردت !! تمنيت للحظة ان تغلق كل الحواجز علّني اظل حبيسة في القدس .. غادرت ولكن قطعة من القلب ظلت هناك مع امنية علقتها على اسوار القدس بأن اعود قريبا ..

"العين تغمض ..ثم تنظر ..سائق السيارة الصفراء مال بنا شمالا ..نائيا عن بابها.. والقدس صارت خلفنا..

والعين تبصرها بمرآة اليمين..تغيرت ألوانها في الشمس ..من قبل الغياب..
إذ فاجأتني بسمة.. لم ادري كيف تسللت في الدمع ..قالت لي وقد أمعنت ما أمعنت ..
يا أيها الباكي وراء السور ...
.. أحمق أنت..
.. أجننت..
لا تبكي عينك أيها المنسي من متن الكتاب..
لا تبكي عينك أيها العربي ..
واعلم انه في القدس من في القدس ..
لكن
لا أرى في القدس إلا أنت.."

**ملاحظة

جميع الشعر المذكور في هذه المدونة هو للشاعر الفلسطيني تميم البرغوثي