Wednesday, January 31, 2024

CONSUMED

 

I am tired and exhausted
Overwhelmed
demoralized and
Fatigued
I’m on my phone constantly
Reading
Copying and
Pasting
Another truth I post
Writing
Talking and
Educating
My friends everywhere
Atrocities
Grief and
Humanity
I cry out to the world
Babies
Helpless
Endless

-Fadi Zanayed
November 2, 2023
12:19 pm

HOPE IN A CHILD


Sitting on the rubble
Lamenting my struggle
Oh my heart aches
Sounds my stomach makes
Thoughts in my mind
Relief I do not find
Destruction all around me
Dead bodies I see
Where is my son
What have they done
I shout out my pain
No venue to explain
Does anybody care
Wondering as I stare
Up to the sky I gaze
Around me a blaze
I hear a voice very near
A child cries by my ear
I remove a heavy block
Upon a child my eyes lock
I pull her up into my arms
Agony hidden by her charms
She is alive
Hope does survive
My inner spirit I revive
Indestructible in overdrive
You can kill my physicality
But never my mentality
Know my struggle and see
My spirit will make me free

A VOICE OF DETERMINATION

 I hear a voice

A faint voice underneath

Underneath the rubble

My ears get near

 Nearer and nearer

I remove one stone 

Another stone then another

I see his eyes 

 Eyes of determination

To live above the rubble 

I pull him up

And up he raises a flag

  A Palestinian flag 


FADI  ZANAYED

January 31, 2024

8:46 am


Friday, May 15, 2015

SIXTY-SEVEN YEARS




Sixty-seven years of occupation and oppression  
Sixty-seven years of confiscation and colonization
Sixty-seven years of destabilization and devastation
Sixty-seven years of dehumanization and deprivation
Sixty-seven years of peace plans and pieces of lands
Sixty-seven years of road blocks and land locks
Sixty-seven years of un-stabilization and un-justification
Sixty-seven years of imprisonment and impoverishment
Sixty-seven years of terrorizing and traumatizing
Sixty-seven years of exiling and expunging
Sixty-seven years of erecting and eradicating
Sixty-seven years of antagonizing and annihilating
Sixty-seven years of segregation and separation  
 Sixty-seven years of UN resolutions and UN reports
Sixty-seven years of abandonment and abomination
Sixty-seven years of uprooting and uprising
Sixty-seven years of refugees and re-imprisonment
Sixty-seven years of prisoner exchanges and promises exasperated
Sixty-seven years of US backing and US double standards
Sixty-seven years of UN veto and UN violations
Sixty-seven years of diplomacy shuffling and diplomatic failures
Sixty-seven years of promised hopes and promises commandeered
Sixty-seven years of terrorizing assaults and tumultuous  assassinations
Sixty-seven years of  horrifying  remembrances and holocaustic reverberations  

Sixty-seven years of status quo appeasement and structured apartheid 

Wednesday, July 30, 2014

Bewildered

Gaza casualties by Israeli indiscriminate bombardment in July, 2014


My heart bleeds
My eye tears
My mind cannot comprehend
My soul screams to no end
I sit In shock
My jaws lock
My head does shake
A gesture to God my arms make
I scream why
To the One up high

Fadi Zanayed
July 30,2014 6:05am
Lombard, Illinois

Friday, July 25, 2014

I Threw My Stone

By: Fadi Zanayed (written during the first Intifadah)


I dreamt I was throwing a stone
I heard it whiz through the air
I saw it striking the helicopter
I ran toward it
I wedged a pipe in its tail
I saw the Israeli soldiers shooting
I watched the bullet hit the child
I carried the child to a place of worship
I heard the soldiers coming
I entered one door than another
I came upon a meeting room
I saw the Star of David
I boldly asked for help
I was shunned away
I became more determined
I felt my adrenaline kick in
I ran out to an exit and the sun
I clutched the boy tighter
I saw familiar faces
 I looked around
I saw their happiness
I shouted " This boy needs help!!
I saw no reaction
I observed the abundance
I destroyed the picnic table
I arose from my sleep
I wrote down this poem
I threw my stone


Saturday, February 22, 2014

As I Wonder

The aroma awakens the senses
As Dad cooks the foul beans
Fresh peeled and diced garlic are scattered
As a lemon is squeezed into the bowl
Parsley is used to garnish
As virgin olive oil is poured
My mouth salivates
As my mother's freshly baked bread comes out of the oven
Hot tea is boiling
As we gather around the kitchen table
My thoughts are of those wonderful mornings
As I wonder why my foul doesn’t taste the same
I long for those days in Ramallah
As I remember the camaraderie of our neighbors
I long for plucking fresh succulent figs
As I remember our farm filled with fruits
I long for the day where I can return

As I wonder if peace will fill the air