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11 juillet, 2014

بلاد العرب اوطاني وكل العرب اخواني

Le monde ne dénonce ou ne défend que lorsqu'il y voit son intérêt.
Ce qui se passe au Moyen Orient en dit long et nous prouve que finalement les valeurs humaines ne sont que de bien jolis slogans, qu'on nous sert à chaque JT.

"La communauté internationale dénonce !"
Mais qui est cette communauté internationale finalement? qui sont ces gens ? qui ne font que dénoncer, comme on dénonce la fourrure sur les podiums, ou les tests cosmétiques sur animaux. 
Aujourd'hui on défend l'Homme (et ses droits) de la même façon que l'on défend l'environnement, on met un le tout dans un sac biodégradable pour faire joli mais on épuise quand même les ressources naturelles parce que voilà, l'enjeu il est énorme. 
On peut verser une larmichette pour les enfants des favelas parce que humanité, mignonneries et autres cacas des médias mais on construit quand même des stades et on détruit des vies. 
On peut prendre un selfie #BringBackOurGirls quand on est première dame du  plus puissant pays au monde alors qu'on peut faire beaucoup plus pour "aider".
On peut tenir des réunions, des assemblées, des sommets d'urgence, inviter l'ONU, le G8, la Ligue Arabe (7r9jdbabaklklb*) s'indigner, dénoncer puis passer au cocktail dinatoire.
On peut poster des photos des enfants de la Palestine, comme on peut rédiger des dépêches officielles pour dire que le pays tel apporte son soutien total aux populations sous les bombes.

Il faut se rendre à l'évidence, nous sommes tous un peu responsable. Le silence de nos chefs d'états, des cheikhs, de l'audiovisuel, c'est LE signe qu'il est temps pour nous de faire bouger les choses. 
Notre conscience, nos télés, notre éducation, nos sens de la responsabilité c'est par là qu'il faut commencer si on veut vraiment aider.

Après je suis peut être une utopiste mais j'y crois aux paroles de Hicham El Jakh  بلاد العرب اوطاني وكل العرب اخواني

J'y crois à cette union, et je veux continuer à y croire.




*cherche pas, tu comprendras pas.


21 septembre, 2013

September sweet politic poetry

Her name is Farah Chamma, palestinian living in Abu Dhabi, she's only 19 but her poetry shows off a strong and mature character.
I found Farah's poems by chance on Youtube and i was so happily surprised by her amazing talent that I absolutely wanted to share it here.
Farah's poems make me chill, seriously, sometimes they make me cry a little and i'm thankful to her for all the feelings that goes through me everytime I watch her videos (and god knows how many times i've watched them), she's everything i've been searching for in the Arab World and I want to thank her deeply for that.

Here are linked down two of her peoms plus the lyrics, you also can follow her on twitter 

"How I must believe " is an engaged poem on how the religion is so misunderstood, it's about peace, war and hope. 




How Must I Believe?

How must I believe when you have made belief more like blasphemy
As you separated countries, killed, and spread corruption
All in the name of religion and devotion 
You, who in the name of God, orphaned children 
You, who in the name of God, have stolen, lied, demolished homes 
Only to live in castles built with bricks of injustice and slavery
Are you going to respond to this, o summoned ones?

For we have tired of your senseless speeches
We have tired of poetry, of songs, of chants,
We have tired of reform movements, of extremism, of neutrality
We have tired of presidents, security councils, and leadership
We have tired of religious adherence and apostasy 
We have tired, grown weary in excess 
For is there value in a Constitution under the shadow of tyranny? 

I sat with myself but didn't find myself 
For I too, have been colonized
Within me, there's a political prison
Within me, there's a settlement 
Within me, there's a man carrying a weapon 
And another looking for backwardness 
Within me, a woman breathes a letter that falls on deaf ears 
Within me, there are airplanes and explosions 
Within me, there are worshippers bowing before God, within them hearts that do not soften
Within me, there are Arab countries from which only harm befalls 
So how must I believe when within me, there's an enemy that fears nothing at all

My Arab identity antagonizes me, 
It melts in my chest like ice, as a another Cold War;
It antagonizes me... It stops me from passing and never stamps my passport 
It antagonizes me... as it roams in the streets searching for a 
Foreign government to shelter her 
It roams... from officer to officer, from embassy to embassy, completely ignored
My Arab identity antagonizes me, 
It melts in my chest like ice, 
As another Cold war
For how must I believe
When my Arab identity 
Has become as shameless as a woman astray:
A beseeching, imploring whore

We have abandoned knowledge and so
Have been abandoned 
As we rejoice in mere oblivion and pleasure 
O Ummah of Iqraa, 
What have you read? 
You have preferred everything over the mind instead 
We have sought knowledge abroad 
And so too will do our children 
So how must I believe while I yearn to live in countries other than my own?

How must I believe when you have made belief more like blasphemy?
As you separated nations, killed, and spread corruption
All in the name of religion and devotion
You, who in the name of God, orphaned children 
You, who in the name of God, will obtain nothing
As long as you oppress mankind 
Do what you wish and claim what you wish,
For I have believed in Him, 
So why must I believe in you? 
Withdraw your belief systems,
For I declare my disbelief in you.


"I am no palestinian أنا مش فلسطينية" is another poem of Farah Chamma