Sixty years, our home is stolen !!.

Today, 15 may is 60 anniversary of Palestine’s catastrophe, and anniversary of declaring Israel, the state of war and massacres.

The fact of Palestine is not by History and Documents, it’s not by Agreements and treaties, the fact of Palestine is by self-sacrifice of a Palestinian to liberate his humanity, that crucial moment when a Palestinian with rocks in his hand standing face to face with Occupation soldiers, ready to defend his land and dignity, making himself a human shield for his brothers and sisters, doesn’t care in bullets of hate and spite.

This is the fact of Palestine, which says it’s ours, cause no one deserve a land if he is not ready to die for, Israeli never die for his land, cause he fear death, he doesn’t acknowledge martyrdom, cause he die while trying to kill Palestinians, while the Palestinians die while trying to liberate themselves from occupation.

The main success that Israel was able to achieve till now, is the victory in mining the Arab world and Muslims with a lot of hate and spite to her, and she enjoy doing this.

The explosion moment is nearby, the moment where all these hate and spite that been planted by Israel itself will burn everything by her name, it’s like Israel can’t live without holocausts, she can’t pass over the history and make a new day, a new future, so If she wasn’t in the holocaust, she make a new one after one to the Palestinian people, it’s like these holocaust she made feed her emotions, her life, her twisted mind.

Palestine you are ours, not cause of AQSA neither of Grandfathers blood which blend with olive trees, Palestine you are ours, cause you are ours, nothing more, so simple.

A sixty years of tyranny and injustice, still the resistance is existed, a resistance of youth who look for a better tomorrow, a resistance of youth who fight for peace, for freedom, for safe.

A lot of people started to feel weak, and fear to support the resistance, saying how can you defeat Israel, it’s like a bird fighting huge angry bull.

The resistance may knew she can’t defeat Israel alone, but she is not just fighting only the occupation, she fights our silence, chasing our conscious which decided to hide fearing the terrorism of Zionists.

Viva Palestine, Viva Resistance.

This post is in solidarity with blogging about Palestine day event.

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Love birds are terrorists

The cage is big and wide, still they are not singing, damn these little nasty birds, what’s wrong with them not singing, they were two love birds, blue which is female, and green who is male, I built them a small nest, few months later, the female put 4 small eggs, she started to hatch them, but they still not singing, what’s wrong?.

I entered my hand and started to chase one of them, you can see them flying from a corner to another, almost their breath is taken, I looked at the mother in her nest, I took a stick and started annoying her to leave her eggs, she moved away looking to the nest, feeling scare that I may do something wrong to them, I knew she is interested in her eggs, but I just love to annoy them.

I let them for a while, cause their full surrender to me, gave me a desire to annoy them more, this time I brought water spray, I pushed it toward them, till all their feather is wet, the mother and father came out of the nest drying their wings, at this moments, I stroke their nest and smashed it down, the eggs were totally ruined, mother and father gone crazy.

I hated their ugly voice screaming at me, I just wanted to make them shut up, I entered my hand to make them fear and shut up, feeling in power and control on them, how can they run away of me, no one will stop me, how can they “Resist” me, I gripped the mother to see the father reaction, I gripped her hard, feeling her heart beats on my palm, the father still looking at me, whistling like a crazy, I twisted the mother very hard, and let her fell bottom of the cage, she was hopeless, unable to move, feeling dizzy, then I tried to capture the father.

But the surprise is when I tried to capture that little bastard, he bite my finger, I was shocked, I pulled my hand out looking at the blood, I couldn’t believe it, I decided to give him a lesson, how can a small weak nasty bird attacks me?, I entered my hand straight to him, he didn’t run away this time, he swooped on me, wow, not just him, and his wife too, the bastard, he recruited his wife against me, is this believable?, this is insane, savagery, that’s it, this is terrorism itself, how can you be birds, and you are so savage, and suicide nature is in your blood.

I took out my note book and wrote down a small note for me and for my kids later: Love Birds are terrorists, they must be killed with no mercy.

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