Her name is Tune | Poetry for Palestine

Two awe-inspiring poems by child poet Nagham Sami El-Yaziji

(her names means Tune)

Translation (by Nahida Exiled)

Peace be with you, mercy and blessings

I am poet Nagham Sami El-Yazji

From Gaza,

But my native city is Yaffa

God willing, we will return to Yaffa

* * *

First poem (recited in Palestinian dialect)

I am eight

EIGHT years of bombing and destruction,

Fear and dispossession

I survived three wars

THREE wars

Each is more horrific than the previous

* * *

Is there a little girl, in this entire universe

who ever lived three wars, in such a brief age?

I was asleep, in the arms of mama and baba

Safe, tranquil and serene

Suddenly, they bombed our home

Our home is destroyed

My family were martyred

Mama died

Baba died

* * *

At night, who will embrace me when I hear the bombing?

Who will buy me Ramadan’s lantern?

Who will buy me Eid clothes?

* * *

I don’t want anything from you

I don’t want food, clothes or toys

All I want is safety, tranquility and peace

I want my family

I want my home, my beautiful memories

I want to sleep in serenity, wake up in serenity and play free

O world


Is that too much to ask?

Is that too much for me, a Palestinian child, to ask?


Nagham reads her second poem in Classical arabic

I am Naghamu

I am a child

The nectar of my dreams infuses my lungs with life

Love runs in my veins

I embroider my tears in my heart

A dress of sorrow

Swathing me with light of dawn

I am a child

I am Naghamu

* * *

People say, my name is a tune

People say, I am a song, soft and delightful

They didn’t know that phosphorus bombs have ignited our calm nights

They didn’t know that the bombing has created my first revolution

The revolution of my exiled father

The revolution of my childless grandmother

The revolution of our budding childhood

The revolution of our traumatised home

The revolution of our usurped neighbourhood

The revolution of our parched blood

* * *

What is my name?

What is the meaning of my name?

The relevance of my name?

When a nightmare is crushing my lungs

Without food, without a home, without a name

Without hope, without love, without a dream

* * *

What is my sin?

What is my sin? answer me

I, what did I… do?

What did I do?

* * *

Did I commit a crime for loving this universe, O mama?

Is my crime that I fell in love with this universe for a moment, mama?

I don’t adore it any more

How can I adore it without mama, without Muna, without Huda, without Rami?

I am Naghamu

via Her name is Tune | Poetry for Palestine.

Mysterious Hemorrhagic Fever Syndrome in Venezuela’s Caribbean Coast

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This article by Erika Guillén appeared in Caracas’ El Universal.
Pictures, medical reports and autopsy data are being gathered by members of the Medical Association of Aragua state, central north Venezuela, where nine people have died in the last few days reportedly from a hemorrhagic fever syndrome. Another person died in Caracas on Sunday from the same condition.

To date, doctors do not know whether the disease is caused by a virus or bacteria. This will be determined by the test results of the samples sent last week to the National Institute of Hygiene (INH) in Caracas, the only place in Venezuela that has the adequate reagents.

“Three to five days are enough for running the tests, but they (health authorities) have not said anything. This is an emergency, we do not know what we are facing and we need to know the causes in order to provide appropriate…

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Reporting for Duty at Fort Rocky: Military Precision on International Coastal Cleanup Day

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I suppose I had garbage on my mind this morning. But as the bus made its way down Mountain View Avenue some time before seven, I noticed how tidy and clean the sidewalks were; and even the patches of waste ground where houses had once been. There was very little garbage of any kind to decorate the urban blight of ruined walls and vine-covered ditches. It was especially neat in the Jacques Road area. The community has been making an effort, I am quite sure. It cheered me.

The morning was warm and calm. As we drove along the Palisadoes road towards the airport, the water of Kingston Harbour was a silvery mirror. Only an occasional patch of ripples, where small fish played, disturbed the surface. Brown Pelicans and seagulls sat on rotting posts and rusting buoys. The sky was the palest blue; except lower on the horizon, where a…

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People’s Climate March set to attract thousands around the world – live | Environment | The Guardian

Tens of thousands of people across 150 countries are taking to the streets to march for action on climate change

Dubbed the ‘People’s Climate March,’ it has been flagged as the biggest global call-to-action on climate change in history

People are demanding world leaders take action on climate change as they prepare fo a United Nations summit in New York on Monday

via People’s Climate March set to attract thousands around the world – live | Environment | The Guardian.

No, ‘Django Unchained’ Actress Won’t Apologize To The LAPD: LAist

her boyfriend wrote a post on Facebook earlier this week explaining why she was quick to assume the LAPD was racially profiling her, “What we experienced this past Thursday, September 11 was the THIRD time in the past few months that D and I have had to deal with cops profiling a ‘black and white couple.’ This is the THIRD time, an officer has realized his error and had to let us go because we weren’t breaking any laws.”

He writes that in one incident, neighbors in Loma Linda called police to report that a suspicious black and white couple were loitering in the area and that there may have been a potential robbery. He said it was just he and Daniele trying to go through storage in his father’s garage.

via No, ‘Django Unchained’ Actress Won’t Apologize To The LAPD: LAist.