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hey all im too lazy to restore images from the past 5 years and still pissed off at blogger. so check out my new blog at www.ragingpalestinian.blogspot.com thanks for the loyalty. some day ill come back here and try to restore this baby like a 66 chevy.

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A man is a person who stands next to what he believes in and protects it. A coward is a person who is always full of doubt and second thoughts just because he comes up against a few tests. Cowards never make it far, and sadly, neither do men.

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I wrote this without knowing where it belongs. I guess language is like a person--struggling for a place that provides comfort and sense. But sometimes being out of place gives life more meaning.She danced among the indebted memories she no longer owned. The music owned her. The will of the instruments pushed her to sway and tip toe in a rhythm marked as desperation. It was a situation she could

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This poem, for me at least, sums up something that continues to turn me away from this place. It still exists, everyday we experience. For an English translation visit this site.رسالة من إمرأة حمقاء يا سيدي العزيز هذا خطاب امرأة حمقاءهل كتبت إليك قبلي امرأة حمقاء؟اسمي انا ؟ دعنا من الأسماءرانية أم زينبأم هند أم هيفاءاسخف ما نحمله ـ يا سيدي ـ الأسماءيا سيديأخاف أن أقول مالدي من أشياءأخاف ـ لو فعلت

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I switched google accounts to maintain this blog and unfortunately doing so does not save the photos or carries them over to the next account. Which is absolutely STUPID of Google--I would have expected SOME KIND OF WARNING. But no, this was a way to spite me. Bastards. Now I think I may just ... find another blogging service. Terribly sad, be patient. Sorry the site looks horrible right now.

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A portrait of the home I lived in for just a few hours. Hiking from a little Christian village named Aboud, around a mountain, and then up to another small village called Der Ghassaneh. Beautiful silence, farmland and nature away from the concrete and buses and gossip of Ramallah.I found my homeland, and then it became lost. The towers of Tel Aviv looming in the background, shadows haunting the

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This is the final stone I cast into the dark, sky waters of faith.Waves ripple the stars with the yearnings of a destitute soulAnd land at the pillar where Satan made his appearance:in my mind.The packed dead recesses that make civilization alive,The clay that is reused to sculpt sin,And the hell that burns eternally as sun and moon witness ornamentsHumanity cracking from the whip of damnation of

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I try to avoid TV networks. It is a lot easier for networks to sell a certain message by packaging it with a good voice, dramatic music between segments, the perfect images from angles controlled, and words that are carefully chosen to make me believe that nothing else exists beyond what is presented as reality through the framework of my television screen. This is how Americans treat Fox News.

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I do not know where my writing fervor went. Or why I disbanded from critical thought all together since the last time I wrote on my own blog. Months without a post is unlike me. Especially when a lot has happened. But it makes sense. And finally I know what Ramallah means. Sometimes it does not take actual writing to reveal a truth about oneself. Sometimes, it takes the deconstruction of already

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Last night Palestinian-American comedian Maysoon Zayid visited Ramallah, after finally being able to give a show in Jerusalem itself. After every show she closes with the hope that next year, a show will be in Jerusalem. Well this year, she hoped that us Ramallah bound Palestinians will be able to hopefully visit a free and open Al Quds. Zayid closed her show with the following joke on Husni

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The following article discusses a romantic ideal that I wish to share, the idea that sadness and struggle can be the root to beautiful and unique creations. I personally enjoy such articles and am a romantic. I realized I was a student of the Romanticist movement during my last quarter in undergraduate study, when my professor, Professor Lopez of UCLA, attributed much of the works we read to

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The difference between nature and the human mind is that so long as the mind functions, all things can stay alive. Those flowers died on that step, blew into the wind, and disappeared. And perhaps that is nature's way of moving on.  Why then must the mind deeply root every single memory and refuse to let the stem die? Nature does not know emotion. It continuously adapts. A new flower emerges,

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--"I hate the Palestinian people, but I have no issue with the land."  And I look around and figure the brutality of nationalism, why we pound our faces into dust. --"I feel like I must live in doubles, love for my lost village, while adapting here."  I question the duality of my shadow and am blinded by light coming from all directions. Who are you, who has me under flash of hyper industrial

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A sudden sadness poured over me like rotten milk  Clumps of expired memoriesDrenching cereal stale from time's quarantined hospital chillIn a destitute urban kitchen with brown stained linesParting each other like freeways on a grid On a tiled kitchen counter The concrete dusted with cold And seeds fallen from social service treesLittering a lawn of ticket numbers In a line of electrical chords

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A friend and I search through rocks with special calls to action inscribed on each fragment at Beit Annisa in the Masyoon neighborhood of Ramallah Check out a friend's art exhibit which has been circling the Ramallah area for the last month. Visit edwardsalem.com for more information.

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To expose students to other cultures is something that is central to many foreign programs here. Of course, without being naive, everyone, it is safe to assume that this is done because countries want to be perceived as friends by the future generation. In fact, that is why you will find a lot of these non profit educational organizations around, because they do not want "militants" going after

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Don't get offended by this if you have been cruising through headlines about the ridiculous display put on by all parties involved in the most recent "peace negotiations" with Israel, Palestine, and the US "referee." This is merely interpretive dancing caught on candid camera. Read more about this video here.

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I was grading papers and suddenly a camera appeared with a woman in a cut top. I did not understand what they were speaking, it was not Arabic but something with a lot of the same throat clearing sounds. "Falasteen" was repeated frequently with stern faces and quick responses. Perhaps it was some kind of documentary. This perhaps is a good representation of what Ramallah has become: a cafe

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An olive branch from my family's olive tree. Peace in darkness is true security. I thank God for my new friends, family, those across oceans or borders who ask.  For my situation here, for what I mistake as stagnation, for the challenges & hardship You have blessed me with.  For what I have witnessed in this life.  For the listening ears & the ones who ignore.  Thank You for what I have &

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I want to try to explore what education is, what it can constitute, and what it can obstruct as well. Yes, the thing we call education can be just as much a liberator as it can be an oppressor. I wish I blogged more about my experience in Watts and Compton and the Los Angeles area in general about educational inequalities. Alas, I was busy being a student myself. Now I am at the other end, in

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Babies are born through passing. Lovers bond heartbreak into an abode. Success greets while failure interrupts. The sun rises and sets all at once.

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Bethlehem this summer is rather interesting. Because of the political climate there were far more tourists visiting the birthplace of Jesus Christ. It was the first time in months I saw African Americans, Asians, Latin Americans. The diversity painted the meaning of Palestine into the streets of Bethlehem. Of course, this potential for international tourists is something Salaam Fayyad has been

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