Ya Shaheed

I wrote the below words in dedication to my father (may God have mercy on his soul).  He passed away on August 11, 2019 due to cancer.

سبب نزول الآية ولا تحسبن الذين قتلوا

Ya Shaheed

Inna lillahi wa ina ilayhi la raji-oun.
To Allah (God) we belong and to him do we return.

O’ you who returned
your face glowed like the moon
as I kissed your forehead goodbye
I couldn’t speak, only weep

None I know suffered like you
nor loved his family like you
nor bore patience like you
nor forgave those who harmed him like you

May God guide me
to inherit your patience
and kindness

If I wasn’t stricken with grief
I would have also asked
you to pass on my greetings
to the deceased:
to my grandmothers
my grandfather
my aunt Maysara
my uncle Muwafa
to deceased friends
to the martyrs
and on my behalf
to kiss the hands of prophets

I would have also asked
that you never forget me and
one day be the first to greet me

for all your suffering
and great deeds
may you remain alive in your grave
cured, eternal
and embraced
and may God reward you as a martyr

May God have mercy on your soul, ya shaheed


Translation of “ya shaheed”: O’ martyr

الله يرحمك يا بابا و ينور قبرك و يجعل منزلتك منزل الشهداء و الصالحين
May Allah have mercy on your soul, Baba, and lighten your grave and have your status be that of the martyrs and the righteous.

There are five kinds of martyrs: One who dies of plague; one who dies of a disease of the stomach or intestines; one who drowns; one who is crushed in a collapsing building; and one who is martyred in the way of Allah.” – Prophet Muhammad (peace and blessings be upon him)

Prophet Muhammad: “Whoever has three daughters whom he gives refuge to, provides for and shows mercy to, paradise is certainly guaranteed for him.
A man asked, “And (for) two, O Messenger of Allah?” He replied: “And also (for the one who has) two (daughters).”

Palestinian Ancestry

A poem I wrote in 2014.


My poem “Palestinian Ancestry”


“Palestinian Ancestry”


You question my ancestry,

and believe in blood purity,

yet pure-bloods are not a rarity,

they do not exist.


I am a Canaanite,

I am a Jebusite,

an Amorite,

and an Edomite.


I am Philistinian,

I am Nabataean,

an Ancient Hebrew,

and an Aramean.


I am Greek,

and maybe Roman.


I am an Arab,

and a Kurd,

a European crusader,

and an Ottoman Turk.


My ancestors listed are but a few,

they were pagans, Christians, Muslims and Jews,

yet you believe in blood purity,

for my blood is “impure.”

your blood, too, is “impure.”

your disease of racism requires a cure.

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I Choose To Believe

I Choose To Believe

I choose to believe.

I choose to believe despite your ideologies
despite your tyranny
despite your armies
despite your authority
despite your patriarchy
despite your genocides

I choose to believe because the One who created me had also created you
because the One who created me did not command tyranny
because the One who created me never made you a prophet
because the One who created me never deified you
because the One who created me never claimed to be you

you were never my creator
and you were never my god

we may appear to worship the same god
perhaps even share identities
but we were never the same

I belong to none
I worship none
my worship and actions belong only to God




patriarchy is not only murder,
rape or physical abuse

it is also when you police us with laws
and when societies shame our rights to choose

we have the right to choose our attire
and to choose our beliefs
and to choose independence
and to choose our education
and to choose or not choose abortion
and to choose or not choose procreation
and to choose where we come and go
and to choose our relationships
and to choose our friendships

we simply have the right to choose
we have other rights, too

we have the right to live without fear
the right to express ourselves
the right to be heard
the right to be seen

patriarchy is more than just a few tragedies

we simply have the right to be free

May We See…

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May We See…

may the sun no longer rise
on evil that is deified

may crops no longer grow
on fields of lies

may we see beyond our eyes
for truth is denied
lands are vilified
saviours are crucified

perhaps one day the skies
will no longer rain
for they would shed tears
far more than for Noah’s Flood





my face is beauty’s reflection

my soul is a breath from God

my voice is a weapon

my heart is my guidance

my mind is my strength

my veil is a crown

my language is knowledge

my blood is sacred

know that my blood is no less sacred than yours

every last breath
every last cell
every drop of my blood
are holier than your laws
are holier than places of worship
are holier than your norms
are holier than scholars
they are holy simply because they exist

I am sacred because I exist

we are all sacred

just one part of me amounts to whole nations

 how you destroy so much sacredness!