Tuesday, March 16, 2010
Inspired by the genius of Banksy and the perpetual, revolutionary words of Bobby Sands."They will not criminalise us, rob us of our true identity, steal our individualism, depoliticise us, churn us out as systemised, institutionalised, decent law-abiding robots. We refuse to lie here in dishonor! We are not criminals, but Irishmen! This is the crime of which we stand accused. Never will they label our liberation struggle as criminal...Our revenge will be the laughter of our children."
- Bobby Sands
We refuse to lie here in dishonor! We are not terrorists, but Palestinians. This is the crime of which we stand accused. Our crime remains that we were born Palestinian.
The artwork is by graphic designer, Basmah Felemban!http://www.basmah.co.nr/
Ben Gurion was sadly mistaken, for he underestimated the indomitable will of the Palestinian people when he arrogantly asserted that “the young will forget”, because despite heartache, pain, and suffering, we will never relinquish a dream so imbedded in our hearts and minds. Yes, the old may die, but the young will never forget, and our ultimate revenge will be the laughter of our future generations to come, those who will carry on this dream and fight. You see, this dream will live on in the hearts of generation after generation; it is a fire burning inside our hearts that cannot be extinguished. What we say today will be our life-long commitment.
"Our revenge will be the laughter of our children."
-Bobby Sands

This intifada is defined by:
1) VERBAL ROCKS,[vur-buhl rok]: 1.noun [root, Civil Unrest] an expression launched from the cognitive abilities of a revolutionary against the institutionalized language of an oppressor. 2. verb [root, Activism]: to Verbal Rock is to celebrate the diverse attributes of language and expression, and to highlight its unique strengths and creativity as a means of resistance to oppressive entities in a celebratory manner
See Also: Oppressors of Your Mind.
See Also: Slingshot of the Mind.
2) SLINGSHOTS OF THE MIND, [sleng-shot of the mynd] noun [root, unconventional education]: the strongest weapon known to man is this; that which launches factual and intelligent knowledge and targets the inconsistencies of the various Goliaths of society.
See Also: David and Goliath
Liberate your mind and shake off the system that oppresses it.
RUMI ...
Monday, March 15, 2010
Almond Eyes Hears The Dove's Cries ... By Jafar Alam ...
Saturday, March 13, 2010
Friday, March 12, 2010
Thursday, March 11, 2010
Monday, March 8, 2010
Friday, March 5, 2010
Thursday, March 4, 2010
RUMI ...
It is the ocean and we are its drops
Through love the heavens are brilliant
Without love even suns and moons are eclipsed
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
Red Dawn ...
-Colonel Ernesto Bella
Monday, March 1, 2010
RUMI ...
and you flew off to meet the Rose
Sunday, February 28, 2010
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
Monday, February 22, 2010
Sunday, February 21, 2010
RUMI ...
Saturday, February 20, 2010
Thursday, February 18, 2010
The Last Poets ...
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
Thursday, February 11, 2010
Parting ...
It might be for years or
It might be forever
Let us then take a lump of clay,
Wet it, pat it,
And make an image of you
And an image of me.
Then smash them, crash them,
And, with a little water,
Knead them together.
And out of the clay we'll remake
An image of you, and an image of me.
Thus in my clay, there's a little of you,
And in your clay, there's a little of me.
And nothing will ever set us apart.
Living, we'll be forever in each other's heart,
And dead, we'll be buried together.
( This is an untitled poem by Madame Kuan, that was translated by Bruce Lee. Madam Kuan was the wife of the great Yuan Chao Mengfu and was herself a painter who taught for a time at the Imperial Court. Tradition has it that when in middle age, Chao considered taking a mistress, Madam Kuan wrote her husband this poem, which touched his heart and changed his mind.)
Thursday, February 4, 2010
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
Sunday, January 24, 2010
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Friday, January 15, 2010
Thursday, January 14, 2010
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
Friday, January 8, 2010
Wednesday, January 6, 2010
Habib Ali Al-Jifri ...
Sunday, January 3, 2010
Tuesday, December 29, 2009
Saturday, December 26, 2009
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Thursday, December 17, 2009
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Monday, November 30, 2009
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Saturday, November 28, 2009
Cradle ... By Anis Mojgani ...
Set the warriors to sea in a ship stacked with shields, layers of swords, mountains of gold. Lay them out with their wife. With their child. Lay them out with their livestock, with the whole farm.
The rain is not coming here.
Not today.
For today the gods welcome one of their own back home.
So set the hero out on the soft waves that will carry him to the other side of the pink ether where he will float on fire until the ash consumes him like the mighty warrior he once was and like the legend he will become.
The flames will dance over his possessions, his goblets and arrows, his blankets, his paintings, his passions. The flames will dance across his flesh like the soft fingers of the soft lover he left, and as he sleeps this last sleep, the fires will eat him away, the heat will write his skin across the night sky to join the constellations that will guide the sailors at storm, the herders lost in the clouds, they will all come home by facing the direction his eyes are facing.
The heavens are filled with smoke.
This is history this is legend this is what we once were.
Where the stories come from, what we are.
When you fall in battle, they will take your body with the life you made in this world and set it off to sail behind you into the next, so that you will stay a king, remain forever the golden being you breathed as on this side of the mountain.
When you pass, may your life follow you like a shadow into the light.
When I go, bury me with nothing but my own skin.
I spent far too many days trying to outrun this thing called mine, so if I set myself into your arms would you hold me like the earth, quietly?
I am yours. Give me a field, give me a big sky. A mountain. Give me your mouth.
I’m just looking for a quiet place that I could die inside of. (c)
Sunday, November 22, 2009
Human Nature ...
Looking out across the night-time Tuesday, November 10, 2009
Sunday, November 8, 2009
Saturday, November 7, 2009
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
Understanding the Prophet's Life ...
Entertainment is indeed an important dimension of life, but it should constitute "a pause" between two more important things: its function is primarily to give rest to the mind, heart, and being, to divert them in Pascal's usage, so as to enable people to return to more important things, to their responsibilities regarding life, society, work, justice, and death. This is exactly the meaning the Prophet of Islam had given it when he had been questioned by his Companion Handhalah who, on the contrary, saw in entertainment evidence of his hypocritical disposition before God (since it led him to forget). The Prophet, peace be upon him, answered him: "By He who holds my soul in His hands, if you were able to remain in the [spiritual] state in which you are in my company and in permanent remembrance of God, angels would shake hands with you in your beds and along paths. But it is not so, Handhalah, there is a time for this [devotion, remembrance] and a time for that [rest, distraction, entertainment]." [ Bukhari, Muslim]
Compiled From:
Radical Reform: Islamic Ethics and Liberation - By Tariq Ramadan, pg. 196












































