Over the Wall

‘There,’ points Grandma.

She had a tent that was a home.

She had a goat and a camel.

She had a rake and a fork and a trowel.

She had a machete and a watering can.

She had a grove and two hundred plants.

She had a child and another one and another one.

***

‘There,’ she insists.

I could not see

Because of the wall.

I could not hear

Because of the noise.

I could not smell

Because of the powder.

***

But I can always tell,

I am sure of Grandma

Who always was

And is still

And will always be.

She smells like soil.

And smiles like soil.

And blinks like soil

When touched by rain.

***

She has a house that is a tent

She has a key

And a memory.

She has a hope

And two hundred offspring.

***

Grandma is here

But lives there.

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The Nakba is so large a crime, so terrible an ongoing disaster that regular words have not unraveled it and made it right.

Maybe poetry will.

Thank you for the beautiful poem, Refaat.

Mumtaaz ya Refaat.

فيروز has a beautiful song about Palestine
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a8SSbLp5sHU&feature=related

thank you Refaat, beautiful..as always

Thank you for the poem.

We were visiting my husband’s aunt in Canada, they have an orchard there, it was during Israel’s attack on Jenin and the satellite news programs were turned on all day, everyone in the house on edge over the scenes of destruction showing on TV. My husband’s aunt, usually a cheerful, hard-working person, was taking it especially hard and watching too much. Finally she broke down, and while her husband tried to comfort her she screamed in grief, “Those people made my mother live in a tent!!” What a wrenching experience to see and hear her pain. She was born in a refugee camp, I don’t think she herself ever lived in a tent, but the trauma was still fresh while she was growing up.

Whenever I see pictures of the tents, that’s what I think about. Most of us can’t imagine the horror of being completely dispossessed, suddenly living in a donated tent while the world looks away. That woman in the photo is living through a nightmare.