[ Ed. note – Another poem by Palestinian poet Nahida Izzat. Nahida is a Muslim. As I read her poem, however, it brings to mind for me, strangely perhaps, the following spoken by Jesus after the resurrection: “And lo, I am with you always, even to the end of the age.” The words are from the very last line, in the final verse, in the final chapter, of the Gospel of Matthew.
The more they deplore, attempt to destroy
The more I fall in love, fiercely adore…
August 9th marks the ninth anniversary of the death of the great Palestinian poet Mahmoud Darwish. Poems that eloquently capture the essence and spirit of the Palestinian struggle for independence–this is what Darwish gave to the world.
A few days ago I put up a post about the resolution adopted by the Mennonite Church at its convention in Orlando, Florida earlier this month. I noted that the resolution calls for church divestment from corporations which profit from Israel’s occupation of Palestine, for which I duly praised the Mennonites.
This is a poem I wrote about three or four years ago, but since Trump seems to be on his way to becoming the new “worst president ever” I thought it might be time to dust it off and re-post it.
By Nahida, Exiled Palestinian
A silent child I was
Hardly ever spoken This girl is abnormally quiet, they whispered She must be deaf or dumb