My name is Palestine - اسمي فلسطين

In my life I have never done much work in the real world. All my creative works in the past were all done in the comfort of my studio clattering the keyboard and pushing a mouse. Looking through a liquid crystal window and creating virtual imageries and sound. Fantasies to be admired, to entertain and to sell. It made a lot of people happy. Sadly all our laughters had deafen our ears to realities and blinded our eyes to sufferings. We became mute to all things that are going on around us. But in silence our conscience still can hear the cries. The cries that are so deafening even from thousand of miles it can make our hearts bleed.

Now for the first time in my life I am working with something that is real. It is so real that every word that I wrote and every stroke that I drew about Palestine 3000 A.D. seems parallel in Gaza at this very moment. Though nearly a thousand years apart the state of mind remains. In empathy I am at war. This current episode is scheduled to be completed in March-April. But the war in Palestine seems to have no end.

3000 A.D. is an expression of time. If the world just stood and watch the war in Palestine it may continue for the next thousand years. The Zionists must really think seriously about the future especially the future of their children. From the way things are going the Zionists are actually creating a living hell for their future children. The children that they have lied to. Robbing someone else land is a crime and a sin. The promised land is no more on the very day they broke their covenant with God. They will not be around to protect their future children. Nothing last forever. You can kill people but you cannot kill the hearts and minds of the people.

No man ever so mighty could be immortal. No matter how mighty they became but eventually they will surrender to the ground. There they will lay and decay helplessly. So are the mighty weapons and machines that they had created and idolized. They all will return to the ground. Lying there rusted and twisted without any might and gently beaten by the wind and sand. All of their great names will be dishonored. The ones that remained honored are the righteous. For that name is Palestine.

Palestine, my name is Palestine
I wrote my name at all fields with a unique font greater than all titles
The letters of my name, the letters of my name, live inside me, feed me, spread the soul and fire inside my body
The mountains of the river, knows me well I spent all my power and ask my nation help
And Saladin was calling, calling inside me
And my Arabian root is asking me for freedom and revenge
And those flags which were folded at the battle of Hatiin
And the caller of Al Aqsa Masjid is calling for help
And thousands of prisoners are calling for help
Calling the greater nation and calling for millions
Go to Jerusalem, to a war where the oppressed are, to stop the injustice of the Zionism, and raise the flag of Palestine
My words will remain the same Palestine, Palestine, Palestine

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