Wednesday, August 26, 2009

Young Love in Gaza



As poignant testimony that life goes on, even in Gaza, Rana and Mahmoud al-Zourby were recently married in a bittersweet union, the bridegroom in his wheelchair, the bride guiding him. Though Mahmoud lost his eyesight and right leg in the Israeli assault on Gaza, Rana says this marriage is like any other - "a life-long commitment, for better or worse."

"No bomb can ever take his heart" – Rana al-Zourby.

(Abby Zimet worded the above piece)

Read the story by Eman Mohammed in full here

COMMENTS at Common Dreams here

Yet, are we paying attention to the deathly affects of our bombs?

7 comments:

Khurram Ali Shafique said...

Very touching indeed. Thanks for posting it.

ReeBz said...

Very lovely and touching.
It is true-love indeed and devotion.

I wish both of them a very happy-married life.

Connie L. Nash said...

Thanx, Khurram Sahib and ReeBz! I am so glad to see your name here, ReeBz...how are you - how is school? Hello to your Mom for me, please - wish her well today.

Akhtar Wasim Dar said...

The story fully submerged into dance of life that is astonishing, amazing, marvelous and unpredictable at the same time.

"No bomb can ever take his heart." This is a lovely comment by – Rana al-Zourby, on her husband.

The tragedies in Gaza or in other parts of world due to atrocities are condemnable, I would like to share a poem of Faiz Ahmed Faiz here written long ago, about Palestine in seventies, thirty years hence the situation still persists. The poem was translated by Pakistan’s former Finance Minister, Dr. Mehboob ul Haq:

LULLABY FOR A PALESTINIAN CHILD

Don’t cry my child
Don’t cry,
Your mummy has just dozed off
After crying for an eternity.

Don’t cry my child
Don’t cry,
Your daddy has just taken leave
From a lifetime of anguished existence.

Don’t cry my child
Don’t cry,
Your brother has left for an alien land
Chasing the elusive butterfly of his dreams.

Don’t cry my child
Don’t cry,
Your sister has gone to a foreign land
Married to a never-ending future.

Don’t cry my child
Don’t cry,
In your every courtyard
The dead sun has received its funeral bath
The dead moon has received its burial.

Don’t cry my child
Don’t cry,
Your mummy, daddy, brother and sister,
The cold sun and the buried moon,
They are all watching you from afar,
If you cry, they may make you cry some more,
If you smile, they may all come back one day,
And play with you in silent disguise.

Connie L. Nash said...

Akhtar Wasim Dar Sahib:

I surely hope that many stop to read these comments and see this amazingly heartwrenching poem! I am copying this comment for another post sometime. There is no way to read this without shedding tears and at the same time to be glad for hearts that can feel such pain and also such love, prayers and longing for a better day.

With DEEP gratitude, friend and literary master

ReeBz said...

Connie,
Me and my mom alhamdullilah are fine.Thanks alot.
i'm a university student and studies have become so tough.I've so many tests and assignments,these days we are learning how to make ads.

Sir Akhtar,
I always find ur comments so wise and touching.You have very strong hold on "words" and every statement in your post speaks itself that such a comment can come from a highly educated person like you.

Connie L. Nash said...

ReeBz,

I am so glad to hear more. I can imagine you are an exceptional student and that with your creativity and self-confidence you will make excellent ads - a talent which will have many applications besides just commercial and that will be valuable too - coming from you.

So glad your mom and you are well alhamdullilah!

I agree so totally with the way you put your comment about Sir Akhtar: wise, touching, highly educated - his every word and statement poignant and rich - what a gift!