This morning I was listening to Perez's intreview with Al-Jazeera. To say that I was appalled and disgusted by his blatant lies is an understatment. I mean, what a pile of bullshit! Let's review some of those lies: Lie #1: Lie #2: You know, what really makes me sick isn't only the blatant lies told by Israeli officials, this is something we're used to. What really disgusts me is the thought that there are people out there who could actually believe them! I don't know how is that possible with all the tragic pictures of women and children and innocent people being killed in Spread the word, tell the world the truth! Don't let them have it their way… 
Yesterday, while you were waiting for your child to come home from school, someone’s child never made it home from school, because as he was leaving school eager to finish his homework to go out and play with the other kids, he was killed by a bomb that was dropped over him out of nowhere. Last night, as you complained about your headache and couldn’t wait to go to bed and have a good night’s sleep, some woman in Gaza couldn’t sleep as she spent the night beside her husband and children at the hospital, waiting for them to wake up, knowing that they might never do. Thousands of others couldn’t sleep too as they waited for another shelling any moment, and their fears came true at a number of occasions. As you watched the news and then switched the channel, or maybe turned the TV off and went to sleep, those people you saw, that crying kid and that unconscious girl, they couldn’t turn it off or just wish it all was a dream. You might think of them as super beings who can bear whatever atrocities they are faced with, but the truth is those are people like me and you. They may not have a higher pain threshold than you, yet you can’t imagine yourself going through have what they’re going through now. They might be dead, but thousands of others are waiting for the unknown, maybe the same destiny and maybe worse.
Today as I was listening to the radio on my way to work, I switched to Hayat FM and they were dedicating that morning to the subject of the Jordanians prisoners in the Israeli jails, since today, 20/10, is the Jordanian prisoners solidarity day, as it was chosen two years ago by the Jordanian prisoners in Israeli jails themselves. On the phone was the mother of Abduallah Al-Barghouthi, who has what was described by the host as "the longest jail sentence is in the history of humanit". Well, that is not so hard to believe when you know that he has 67 life sentences. I wonder what human being could possible live to serve that time. There were other calls with the wife of Palestinian prisoner. She's Jordanian and therefore she's denied the right to visit her husband in jail. Neither the Jordanian nor the Palestinian authorities seem to be of any help, each side saying that she should seek the help of the other. There was also another call with an ex-prisoner who said that those who are still prisoners in the Israeli jails are better than us, because they are living their struggle day by day, while we are living out our daily routine life unaware of what happens in there. Those were sad yet eye-opening facts. To think of all the Jordanian, Palestinian and Arab prisoners in the Israeli jails, and to realize how most people have little idea about that, and then to look at what the Israelis have done and still doing for Gilad Shalit, demanding his return and making him perhaps the most famous prisoner in the history of the conflict, to think about that you find that there must be something wrong. Those people deserve more attention and their case must be brought to light more often, not only on this day, but everyday. For the time being, the 20th of October remains a reminder of those people who were willing to sacrifice their lives and their freedom to serve their just cause.
صبرا – فتاة نائمة رحل الرجال الى الرحيل والحرب نامت ليلتين صغيرتين، وقدمت بيروت طاعتها وصارت عاصمة.. ليل طويل يرصد الأحلام في صبرا، وصبرا نائمة. صبرا- بقايا الكف في جسد قتيل ودّعت فرسانها وزمانها واستسلمت للنوم من تعب، ومن عرب رموها خلفهم. صبرا- وما ينسى الجنود الراحلون من الجليل لا تشتري وتبيع الا صمتها من أجل ورد للضفيرة. صبرا- تغني نصفها المفقود بين البحر والحرب الأخيرة: لمَ ترحلونَ وتتركون نساءكم في بطن ليلٍ من حديد؟ لمَ ترحلونْ وتعلّقون مساءكم فوق المخيم والنشيد؟ صبرا- تغطي صدرها العاري بأغنية الوداع وتعد كفيها وتخطئ حين لا تجد الذراع: كم مرة ستسافرونْ والى متى ستسافرونْ ولأي حلم؟ وإذا رجعتم ذات يومْ فلأي منفى ترجعون، لأي منفى ترجعون؟ صبرا- تمزق صدرها المكشوف: كم مرةْ تتفتح الزهرةْ كم مرةْ ستسافر الثورة؟ صبرا- تخاف الليل. تسنده لركبتها تغطيه بكحل عيونها. تبكي لتلهيه: رحلوا وما قالوا شيئا عن العودة ذبلوا وما مالوا عن جمرة الوردة! عادوا وما عادوا لبداية الرحلة والعمر أولاد هربوا من القبلة. لا، ليس لي منفى لأقول: لي وطن الله، يا زمن..! صبرا- تنام. وخنجر الفاشي يصحو صبرا تنادي.. من تنادي كل هذا الليل لي، والليل ملح يقطع الفاشي ثدييها – يقل الليل – يرقص حول خنجره ويلعقه. يغني لانتصار الأرز موالا، ويمحو في هدوء.. في هدوء لحمها عن عظمها ويمدد الأعضاء فوق الطاولة ويواصل الفاشي رقصته ويضحك للعيون المائلة ويجن من فرح وصبرا لم تعد جسدا: يركبها كما شاءت غرائزه، وتصنعها مشيئته. ويسرق خاتما من لحمها، ويعود من دمها الى مرآته ويكون – بحر ويكون – بر ويكون – غيم ويكون – دم ويكون – ليل ويكون – قتل ويكون – سبت تكون – صبرا. صبرا – تقاطع شارعين على جسد صبرا نزول الروح في حجر وصبرا – لا أحد
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