الآخر ..

في قانون لا أفقه له شيئا و لا أعرف ما إذا كان قانونا أم سخرية, بحثك عن الأشياء يؤدي إلى ضياعها، و كذا هو الحال مع الحب 

في بحثك عنه

لن تجده أبدا

ستجد نفسك يوما

تبحث في الآخر 

لا عن الحب

بل عما تحب

ستجد نفسك تطوي صفحاته

تقلّب أوجهه

تبعثر رفوفه

ستجد نفسك تطوّعه ليلائمك 

كقميص، أو حذاء

ستجد نفسك بصدد محو ذاته

ليكون نسخة أخرى منك، عنك

ستجد نفسك حائرا

معجبا بكونه مثيلك

و تنسى أنك أنت من فككته

و أعدت تركيبه

لن تبحث في الآخر عنه

بل ستبحث عنك

سيحب ما تحب فتحبه

و يكره ما تكره فتحبه

و يفعل ما تفعل فتحبه

ليخفق مرة 

و ترى فيه شيئا

لا تحبه

فلا تحبّه

و لن تعلم أنك أنت من أخفق

لبُؤسك!

لبحثك الدؤوب 

عن موت الآخر فيك

و موتك

لن تبحث عن آخر مركّب

فيه من نفسه

و من نفسك

فيه اكتمالا لنقصك

فيه مدنا لم تزرها

فيه من الإيمان ما يهديك

بعدما أعلنت عن الحب

كفرك

لا تبحث

بل تمعّن

صلب نفسك

ستجد أتربة أخرى

و حضارات أخرى

و بحار أخرى

ستجد أرضك

ستجد أما تتحمل الألم

لتهديك حياة

ستجد ابنة تجدّ للنجاح

لتعلو باسمك

ستجد صديقا يهديك أغلى ما يملك 

و تهديه أحلامك

ستجد أوجها مختلفة من الحب

و لن تبحث

سيأتيك مرارا و تكرارا

و تردد أنك

لم تره

و تنسى أنه أنت

حتى تعلم أنه ينبع منك

!فلا تبحث 

حبّا .. سأنسى

في سادس ربيع لمهد الربيع ..






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حبّا بالعلم

لون الحبّ و الموت
صوت الحر و الأسير
حدائق الورد و الشوك
سأنسى-ليوم- بعض الغضب
سأنسى النحيب
سأنسى التنكّر
لدم الشهيد
سأنسى- ليوم- بعض الكذب
سأنسى السياسة
سأنسى أرضا طاهرة
تُسقى نجاسة
سأنسى- ليوم- من ٱُغْتُصِبْ
سأنسى من كشّر على أنيابه يوما
و خان
ثمّ أخفاهم و عاد
ليؤتمن
سأنسى- ليوم- من نهب
سأنسى من ظن الوطن غلام
بايعوه و باع
بأبخس الأثمان
و ما كسب
سأنسى -ليوم- تشاؤمي
و تعاستي
و شقائي بوطني
و أردد، حبّا بالعلم
اليوم سأسعد
حبًا بالتربة
حبّا بإحساسنا داخل ربوعه
بالغربة
حبّا بزيته و زيتونه
حبّا بالتمور في عراجينه
حبّا بثماره
غلاله و خضاره
حبّا بأزقته
بجباله
بسهوله و عمّاله
حبّا بالكادحين
و المربّين
حبّا بالمحتاجين
حبّا بالإنسان
و الإنسانيين
حبّا بكلّ ما ذكر
سأنسى-ليوم- جبان
فجّر أرضا
و أرهب طفلا
و أزهق روحا
فظن -لغبائه- أنه بطل
سأنسى كل الحمقى و خيباتهم
و أذكر
يا من ورثتم السواعد بين الهمم
يا من أردتم بلوغ القمم
يا من صنعتم جيلا تركع له الأسياد
من عدم
يا من رجالكم سقت الأرض دما
يا من أنجبتم هواء
من اختناق، من عقم، من سقم
يا من نزعتم الرصاص من صدوركم
و واصلتم المسير
و تجاهلتم الألم
واصلوا اليوم أيضا
حبّا بالعلم
حبّا بحبّه و حبّنا
و ما الحبّ إلا للوطن
الأمّ الأولى
الأرض الأولى
الإبنة الأولى
الأول في القلب
قبل الغضب ..
و بعد الغضب ..
و بين هذا و ذاك
لا ننسى و إنّما ..
ينتصر الحب ..




14/01/2017

Amorphous ..

Which of them is swifter,

the train?

the sun?

or death?

What if I had another answer?

Don't say it,

thousands have other answers.

Are they all correct?

An answer is never correct.

Are they all wrong?

An answer is never wrong.

Is this philosophy?

This is life.

Which of them is swifter,

the train?

the sun?

or death?

If you are travelling,

It is the train.

If you are thinking,

it is the sun.

If you are writing,

it is death.

Twice or thrice ?

If it is twice it is life.

If it is thrice it is death.

Virtue or vice?

If it is virtue it is a paper.

If it is vice it is a pen.

If both ?

It is, somehow, you.

SOMEhow ?

I'm a whole,

I do not seem "some".

You're left with HOW.

How?

The train drives people through long journeys

and my only journey is you.

The sun seduces people,stimulates them to think

and all my thoughts, are you.

And death?

Death is writing , I told you

it engraves ink,

and my ink knows no grave but the paper,

the paper on which,

I write you.

Twice or thrice ?

None of them.

It's only once.














05/11/2016

The Melting Pot ..

Travel son, travel
Travel as you might
There ..
you will see
different people that are
so unlike me.
Cross that road
Swim through any sea
drink its water
Then .. come to me.
Travel son, travel
but don't let it be your last.
Make your journeys brief,
and vast.
The water you'll drink
won't be as tasty as the water
you drink with me.
Travel son, travel

you will find her

I ensure you

you will fall for her

but,

no one would fall for you.
As I do.

Travel son , travel

but never choose

the same destination 

I chose.

Climb whatever hills.

Eat the dirtiest foods.

Meet the filthiest people
but, always stick to the principles
I taught you.
Always, remember that
I am the one who raised you.

Travel son, travel
but let your journeys be first,
within.
Travel when you see an eye that is,
full of directions.
Travel when you see a child,
going gray.
Travel when your words
fail to form a sentence.
Travel when tenses rebel
against grammar rules.
Travel when the flag you worshiped
enslaves you.
Travel when the slave you persecuted
liberates you.
Travel, son, travel
when you realize that
traveling in thoughts
is the only dream
to be true.
Travel, yes, travel
but
don't you ever forget
that there's always a ship
on one of the ports
that you don't see.
Waiting for a navigator
to guide it towards
the other corner
where I might be.
Travel.
As clever as a bee.
then
when you feel suffocated
breathe under my leaves
Inhale my perfumes
Your land, that's my identity.
you traveled yes
yet ,I'm still your tree.
And you are still an idea
that once
changed me.




03/09/2016

Bizerte (Bazina)

Miniatures ..

When I was a child

Though I am still so

I was asked about my passion

What my passion was?

I did not have any 

But mum said it was reading

I looked around and said

I think it's knowledge

Mum gave me that stare                             

I said

It's reading. 

When I was a child

I think now i'm getting old

I was asked again

What my passion was? 

I raised my head above 

and said

"Travelling"

I thought I grew up

and I realized that

I couldn't afford.

I said there should be a way

I must find the one who divided the world

and erase all of these unavailing boundaries.

Now that I am half-adult,

half-child

The three passions are haunting me:

Reading, knowledge and travelling

I said 

There must be a common point

I read, and then, I knew

I knew that travelling is easy

Reading, knowledge and travelling

Reading their history endowed my brain with a vast knowledge

That knowledge reinforced my awareness

I was aware that

moving in space is not the right definition to travelling;

moving in one's encephalon is.

I was aware  that,

knowledge knows no geographic boundaries

and so history.
Reading their history made me finally realize
the countries I thought Utopian
were not paradise.
The color of the ocean was not blue
It was red, suffused with bloodshed
The nature was not green,
It was grey, filled with fumes
I realized that travelling needs no plane,
No passport
No visa
Travelling needs intellect, and a library.

Years later, I will be dead
I won't seek any of the passions I was fascinated by
A scented soil, that's the only thing I would possibly
seek for.
Borders won't bother me anymore
A scented soil, that's all.
This time I will be given a map
They will ask me to choose a suitable land
As death grants the one it grasps with freedom
I will stare,
The same way my mother used to stare at me
They will tell me I am the seed
I will keep staring
To finally settle down along the Northern African shores of
the Mediterranean Sea
And I will be sure that
a rosy-lighted land, that's what I will see
They will shout "choose a land"
And right then, I will shout louder
I won't choose any.
I don't know any.
The only land where I was and will be
 will, beautifully, pick me.

When I was a child, they taught me
that a soldier's duty is to die for his country
Now, I grew up to realize that
we are all soldiers, yet the duties differ
There are those who die for the land
and those who live for it
The thing is that,
We are all soldiers, but, love comes before.



17/08/2016
02:02

They Kill Humanity, and Humanity Kills Us..

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By definition, humanity is universally known as "the quality or state of being human",
 "the quality or state of being kind to other people or to animals", or it is simply "all people". The fact that we are all "Humans" implies that co-existence should reign over all individuals belonging to this race. Theoretically speaking, we may say that humanity can be idealistically achieved. Yet, in practice, claiming such things seems to hold within its ties heavy paradoxes.

The question we should ask is, definitions and reality, do they match ?

As a matter of fact, the death of humanity within human beings announced the collapse of the world. People no longer care about the common good, Common does  not even exist, as it seems to be supplanted by the Self. The absence of values and the disbelief in Humanity as a value have paved the way for a corrupt existence in which people tend to irritate other people, to destroy them, to torture them, hence, to kill them, as if their only aim is to find a way out of their race. The problem is that we only talk about "the failure of humanity" when an incident is highly-mediatized , which normalized the accumulation of deaths we see everyday, the successive wars, the horrible intentions and the tacky feelings we share, including hatred, jealousy, egoism etc .. People today are required to be aware that the look of hatred towards someone is a crime, a bad word is a crime, gossiping is a crime, hypocrisy is a crime, throwing garbage everywhere in the streets is a crime, hurting someone's feelings is a crime, in fact, every single practice that opposes the values of humanity is , undeniably, a crime, let alone murdering a human being and taking his soul out of him. This is the road monsters keep crossing to kill humanity. As a reaction, paradoxically, humanity kills humanitarians and leaves the floor for monsters to kill humans. 

Weird as it seems, humanity is tantalizing humans. Starting from the KKK till the modern day ISIS, terrorist organizations have made of life a bloody scene through which we see no future. The question in this context is, how come that humanity kills? Well, it does kill, it kills those who still feel bad for the world, those who still care about the human within them, those who still have kind hearts, those who still suffer for mankind, and those who still struggle so that humanity would not be buried in dirty hands. Little do we know, those who are plotting to ruin the universe are about to outnumber those who are trying to make it safe for living, which makes the danger grows larger, and their influence spreads wider. Hence, humanitarians today, are more responsible than ever, not in the sense that they are supposed to donate money ,the classic ways of humanity,but they are expected to rise people's awareness about the coming days humanity will encounter, and to drive them to the lights of knowledge. 
In brief, giving someone an amount of money won't save the world, as billions of people are needing it; giving them erudition and knowledge will obviously make humanity a home for the world. 
A poor cannot give you money, yet can give you knowledge.
You are never a human, until your heart absorbs the entire humanity.
You are never a human, until your mind worries about the pains of the whole humanity.
You are never a human, until you feed the human within you the same way you feed the humans in the world, with love.
You are never a human, until you sleep out, and give your bed for humanity take a rest on.




The Painting:
The East Side Gallery*: it consists of 105 paintings by artists from all over the world, painted in 1990 on the east side of the Berlin Wall. 

References: 
www.flickr.com

He survived the Holocaust, yet he is mortal .. Elie Wiesel ..

Eliezer "Elie" Wiesel .. A Romanian-born American writer, political activist and professor who lived between September 1928 and July 2016. He wrote 57 books mostly in English and French and was a Nobel Laureate in 1986. The strangest thing about this author is that he was the only survivor of the Holocaust, which implanted in him a strong desire to fight for Jewish causes. With his death, two days ago, people seem to feel the world poorer for his absence. 

Among his most influential quotes, as far as I believe, we may mention the following:

1-The opposite of love is not hate, it’s indifference.

2-There are victories of the soul and spirit. Sometimes, even if you lose, you win.

3-When a person doesn’t have gratitude, something is missing in his or her humanity.

4-We must take sides. Neutrality helps the oppressor, never the victim. Silence encourages the tormentor, never the tormented.

5-There may be times when we are powerless to prevent injustice, but there must never be a time when we fail to protest.

6-I write to understand as much as to be understood.

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References: 

www.lemonde.fr

www.lefigaro.fr