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THE DOOR OF THE EAST - Nidaa to Khury


THE DOOR OF THE EAST of Nada Al khury


What in God's name in the clouds infused sadness
calatosulla land and rain of tears
In the name of God, I declare that I am Daughter of the East

Daughter of pain, the grandson of the caliphs.

In the name of god I was killed by the death of my madre.Lei
was killed by her mother, who was killed by the people
who was born by women.

In the name of God
We killed one by one
In nottedi blacks eyed beauty who ...

darkness stripped of the ablutions, immirgendosi
In the bathrooms and the powerful palezzi
On the night of the sultans and cooling of buildings
On the night of salt and ash.

O tribe, we killed
The father of our father, our lords and masters, all
"al Qaida" and the individual women
petrified by looking back.
or tribe, we were born
from heresy, from sin and lust
From ancient inns of infidelity take nights.
O tribe, we
From far away, through the Silk Road
From India to the Arab countries, the Peninsula and ports of the east. Scaevola
on silk, rolling
From the street, biting ferocious hunger, we were bitten,
and all we wanted was to be
but the crescent moon cut the meat of the dark, exposed our shame.

And the door of the East opens.

The front door opens on its eastern spices and perfumes in the markets, the door opens on tissues and on the edges of the "Abayat, the jihab, veils and sheets, the fabric twists on the strings of laundry and burden on the shoulders of the curves of the ideal of freedom and independence, the East dates sdei collapses under the weight and burden of the desert, from the primeval worship of the creation of the world until the creation of worship, and prayer in the morning until the decline of the nobility.

The front door opens East
And they're all men
Their night dominates the night the cafes, the "hookah" and the cardamom
Their night can dominate
The harem, to extinguish the light of the Sun
, to execute the possible
to announce the madness.
The door of the East, except the pity of the sultan
that shuts the earth on its inhabitants
The door of the east is a land where time
exile in the land of his children then. Li turns their lives
And the question becomes
charm that you can not bear reaction creates reaction
And men did not answer. Please
The door of the east;
O family, hide!
O God, hidden in your misiricordia
The East is a sick woman at night
And the sun And his concubine
ustiobe his death
And the door of the east sings
my heart, do not ask where the love went.
was a palace of dreams that fell
And sings the east door of the East: The
livid anger comes and goes and I am a believer.
Anger comes and goes and I am a believer.

And the door of the east sings
my voice, arise, as they wave shakes the soul,
said, perhaps something in their wake.

the door of the east is envy
door to open, leads to shame, leads to the loss.

the door of the east is written
Load the pain on his shoulders
the door of the East is a sculptured cry
Ripped from the bowels of man.

In the East they say to her daughter
Care your chastity.
Since then the call is an exceptional honor
kill
In the East this is exceptional.
The door of the Orient is a word that creates words and
people
They fight all the time in minutes of confusion.

Generations were born, and found themselves in war

And war is language.
people write, people read and people repeating things

apposta.Qualcuno Without it goes, someone emigrates and the rest
Search tracks.
Enough with the words and the meaning is broken
The door of the east is the man insane
Hides the cardinal points.
The door of the east is a liar. Every day the sun rises

It is ingiottito at sunset.
not believe in the promise you have made the promise

old is your land is a garment
That time has stopped and the road has worn.

The door of the east is written on the front of the people

With the ashes of the earth

Mix Your body, your hungry, your thirsty, your destiny.

Wandering around the door thresholds
dripping moaning
Thresholds: Count your men
, Has
The wind blows violently
grieves the passing of his father burns
Zero
From the day he discovered the Strait
zero still in their hands. Wandering around the door


cries of children and the children are old

A hat .. one, two
door of the stairs and climb
Open the door. Open the door or
Sultan, protect
We are young, your hands are tired
a knock at your door, the night gets longer
Until revival of Leyla
In his Little Red Riding Hood says
woe to us, my grandmother died
and yet we run after the monster

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DREAMING PALESTINE: Federica pigs Ilan Pappe

authorized me to thank Federica to publish this article in its segueto a trip to Palestine. Dreaming of Palestine


Grey winds between the houses of the city surrounded and then make them disappear into the grip of his shadow. The sun's rays change their route. Only birds are free to move above the watch towers, barbed wire on top, no checks, no queues, without the humiliation of being stripped of the house and prevented his return. Besides, they live in heaven on earth. Nine feet of concrete in height dominate anyone look down in silence by threatening air, crushing the soul of those who walked beside him. Smothers, oppressing, divide, but can not turn off the fervor of those who were locked up on it .. colored drawings of rhinos that open up a passage, written with hope, hatred, ...
complaint, desperate pleas for help, subdued research communication and answers contain the essence of a child in the phrase: "I want my ball back. Thanks. The simplicity el'ormai lost naivete of those who had broken his childhood are the emblem of suffering, of the complete folly of a rational plan of destruction, annihilation of identity, of a people uprooted from their land to take his place .
There is a time when he stopped to think and starts to unconditionally obey orders from above or from others .. without asking why, without questioning the consequences, without questioning the justice of what is about to engage in, without trying to understand what and who moves the row of that plane: this is the time when man ceases to be such u to become the beast, but worse in a robot specifically programmed not to have feelings, that's when you forget to be a man and perpetual abuse and harassment, said that one day they do not want to see repeated ever again, this is the when no longer makes sense to talk of peace until you first try to understand the other, to remember that the lives of her children has the same value even if they have olive skin and do not pray at the Wailing Wall and living locked inside a wall, to realize that "the earth does not belong to man, but man to belong to the land" I'm not .. These are the words of a sociologist or political scientist, but a former farmer who now lives in almost total solitude, trying to overcome the suffering that afflicts him by after he finished his military .. There is a moment in which if a man thinks, everything changes: "... while Marco on his back with the soul / you saw a man in the bottom of the trough that had your exact same mood / but the uniform of another color ... And if the shot in front or in the heart / Only time will die / but Time for me will be to show / see the eyes of a dying man .... "
dies every day who must cross a checkpoint to go to work, to heal, to greet friends or family. Who die every day, after passing in narrow corridors made of bars and waiting to pass the turnstile, is insulted and mistreated by soldiers and soldiers who scream and tear in Hebrew arbitrarily permission, which allows him to go and pray to Jerusalem only once. Die every day who do not even have this permission. The one who dies every day They come denied fundamental human rights such as freedom of movement, identity, food, water, life.
Nahalin-Ramallah two hours, two check-points, twelve miles and almost no question if you are international, or if you are Palestinian you are forced to walk the streets impassable, steep and dangerous, using twice as much time .. If all goes well, or you may also never come. And 'this life, worthy of carrying the name? Rivoli
of dirty water running down the narrow alleys of Dheisheh refugee camp (Bethlehem), is a great day! After three weeks of supplies had been cut, finally running water for a day. No one has the keys to your house, all coming in and then everyone, including the Israeli soldiers that night, during the raid, they are free to roam around terrorizing women, children, elders, firing machine guns, throwing grenades and tear gas into homes, killing livestock, the only source of livelihood. Not the slightest respect in these actions, there is only contempt, malice and sadistic pleasure in deep desire to humiliate a people to do desperate enough to persuade him to abandon the land they had lived for millennia. A colonialist project.
The religious problem is exploited, any Palestinian would be available to accommodate people of Jewish religion in Palestine, to make them pray in the land that is sacred to the religions of the book. "There is no hostility towards the other religion, as long as they recognize to be in Palestine!" So Dhima and speaks not a fantasy, because the eye sees noticed crosses live peacefully next to the green half-moons with no intention of annihilation of the other. The great error lies in the overlap and thus confuse the political with the religious confessional state can not claim to be democratic, because not every man can be a citizen, but only a man who belongs to that religion. Religion is not a distinctive quality, but a right of liberty, including civil rights unavailable, which belong to every man.
Where is the person who created this monster? Where in 1948 who in choosing the easy way instead of tackling the root has allowed the problem to be born a Zionist state? Where is who was the origin of Nakba (catastrophe) Palestinian? E 'perhaps too busy to meet ghostly international balances to take a clear position? To take responsibility for what he did? Where is he who boasts of having a single currency to compete with the purchasing power of the traditional currency used in the market? E 'may be too intimidated or too dependent on its owner than the traditional money, but beat the market ?
While they speak of nothing, someone is waiting for a sign, there are those who make sacrifices to attend college, even if you live in a refugee camp and even though he must pay as much as in Italy to study law .. but he does because he has also pinned its hopes for a resolution of the conflict in international law, because he has a dream to one day see peace, peace does not know the form. These words, spoken with sincerity and transport found in the eyes of Amad, how can they remain indifferent, how can they not be ashamed of, how can they allow blood to boil in your veins? "These guys deserve much more than tell him lies for so many years.
Every refugee dreams of return to villages and homes of grandparents, all demand the right to return, but some people in the dream is merely dreaming dreams that time can go back, you can restore everything as it was before they became exiles wandering .. only way to heal wounds, to do justice to the suffering endured. "But the reality does not stop in time, flows, and events happening now and in the villages and in houses of families living there: this is the reality, useless and detrimental to deny it, fight for a dream unreal, you will still lose everything as it happened right now. "Eylin For" the right of return must be approved by admitting that Israel should make its own mistakes, apologizing, admitting the existence of Palestine, accepting the peaceful coexistence of two states on a earth, for deny each other, chasing chimeras, would only lead to nothing. "
An educated population, which Judas by taxi or selling junk because the work there, because the inability to exercise its ability to express oneself through which leads to the resignation, then the desperation to reach the abandonment only .. objective of those who want to erase a people from a land and the perfect way to control it. General Ben-Gurion said "this generation will die and the children forget" .. and when this does not happen that to achieve the goal of conquest, however, the children are victims of the most atrocious violence: brutally killed or wounded by soldiers who shoot him laughing at him, beaten and killed by soldiers who decide they catch a basket with the note written on torture to be administered, as it were a game. They sing while they perform these assassinations, especially if it is Shabbat: for them is a feast!
In Hebron there is a statue in honor of a soldier, who entered the mosque and has perpetuated a massacre of those who, from behind, praying. Hebron Francis taught English for a month and on Monday he saw his pupils covered with bruises and wounds. Hebron souk is covered by the networks, because the settlers from the rooftops delight in throwing stones and bottles on people passing through the market to buy what they need to survive. In Hebron there a way in which Palestinians can not walk because it is occupied by settlers. I am forced to walk on the right side behind a wall of separation and then turn left. If rights are the settlers kill them. E 'illegal, because the presence of settlers in the Palestinian territories is illegal, murder is illegal but also as war crimes, but no one says anything to them.
The sun beats down even if it is afternoon, men and women with heads covered by veils and kefie dragging his head down the path of segregation, the cries of children crying, children playing behind the bars of a window as if their future ironically it is already marked, beggars trying to sell bracelets, Muahmmed pleading eyes and desperate voice of someone who has lost everything, "buy the bracelets, I can not walk this road, I can not walk in this way" .. you can not say yes to one and no to others. Who gives us the right to choose between them? Muahmmed But this is not a reason and begins to scream, "because you are helping Israel, you are helping Israel, I can not go here, you help Israel." The heart crushed by a vise, the soul dies slowly: this is the Palestinians who live miserable lives and of which many speak. While children laugh in Nablus, Nablus and death and life are intertwined in the corners of the old city where the images in front of the martyrs of the intifada and homes destroyed by bombs in the air is full of bright colors, scents of spices, fruits, vegetables, spoiled meat, mint, honey-sweet voices and happy atmosphere of the market, no child ride in Hebron, have the dead eyes, Hebron is paralyzed, straw: Hebron there is occupation, there is war in Hebron, in Hebron's death .. yet it is so beautiful. I tried the cry of the earth, but I found them crying.
At sunset the sun looks like a fireball, which shall be set behind the hills of Palestine. The sky fades from red to orange to finish in a rose that becomes lilac and then sinks into the blue of the night. The vegetation is wild
and the barren landscape and bare, thorny bushes and shrubs give way to white rock, trees and stone walls. It could be called dry, but everything else that: guardian of a mysterious force, releases a gentle power that burns in the blood of those who live there, let hear his voice to those who stop to listen. The wind and blowing whistles, then the silence returns. There is always hopeful, anchored to the ground with its roots: Palestine.
Rome 22.08.2010
Federica Porcelli

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Prevent the payment in cash for different countries from Italy

We happened to this need for the site of one of our customers www.labstore.it : amministrave issues in practice it was necessary to prevent users from non-Italian to choose the cash as payment. Virtue Mart does not in any way from the control panel management of the genre, as it does well with the shipping methods. Hand
code, then:

The file we need is called ps_payment_method and is found in / administrator / components / com_virtuemart / classes.
At line 411: $

db_contra = new ps_DB;

$ sql_contra = "SELECT country FROM # __ {vm} _user_info WHERE user_id = ". $ GLOBALS ['auth'] ['user_id']." LIMIT 1 ";

$ db_contra-> query ($ sql_contra)

$ db_contra-> next_record ();

naz_contra $ = $ db_contra-> f (" country ") ;

Then after the line 422 add

if (($ db-> f ("Cash payment_method_name ")=='')&&($ naz_contra! == 'ITA')) {continue;

} Save the file and drink a beer in our face.

note: this change so as we see it only works with the Italian version. In theory it should change the text "Flag" with the constant virtuemart net of translation.

Reserve Travel Without Paying

WC (a) Ready to go

Here we go ... ready to start.

Behind the promise of money is what I'm ready to do. Leave everything and everyone.

Although some people think that I have nothing here, nothing can alleviate the sense of dread that I feel at this time.

Because maybe I had found something that was worth staying. Right now I have to leave. Maybe that's why I have to. Just because it's so warmly reassuring the way comes to mind and I dug into it.

But we'll see. Meanwhile, I'm afraid. And I will just ignore it. Unconsciously.

Money ... I've never needed as now. How disgusting ... may need for my materials are ready to give up the people I love?

But I do not live well now. I do not live. Also to scrounge. Still without a penny Scamuffa, always scraping the bottom to go on, always thinking what can I do to cover the debt I have with the school, also in talks to do away, in places inconvenient for unnecessary work, detestable, I would not do not even have to maintain a hypothetical child, which fortunately is not.

millemila Always deny me things I can not do because there's the rent, bills and spending. And I'm ashamed of this.

is not a series of complaints, although it seems. Are the findings. Are all those quotes, those commas, whole series of signs that give my life to the words of a bitter tone. So bitter that I decided to leave.

And from now will be the opposite: love words softened by details that make it all bearable.

sadness that my Mom, but I'm doing?! I should be happy to go away, all these people, because I can hardly bear it, that do nothing but criticize what (not) do, what they are (not), what they expect me to be. We are a source of mutual disappointment, so there's no reason to stay. Here are a burden because I do not have a job.

I should be happy to give up life or rather, the existence of hardship that I am doing.

Christ's sake, when did I become so? Nor do I know who to thank. Maybe all the people I met, or maybe just myself. Most likely both.

For once the work is promising indeed. For once I have a golden opportunity in his hands.

No, not true ... I'm lying like never before. I'm not ready. Minimally.

The truth is that I'm afraid. A fucking scared, so big and deep and cold that I would be willing to drop everything and run away and hide in the bathroom to cry at any moment. I'm afraid

not up to the assignment that was given to me. I fear that the work is a hoax, that money does not come, I fear that this work makes me quit the university to give up my friends, not to find them, of losing the affinity I have with them ... I'm afraid of become one of those people who now walk down the street and look to us as idiots full of themselves thinking only about money. And I fear that the evenings are all gray, all the same. I'm afraid I do not find anyone up to trust, to talk with which to cry.

But above all I fear getting lost in some mechanism that I will consume sick until I shut down, becoming gray to to make me lose the strength that I feel inside even if it is dormant under a layer of cold ashes.

I am so afraid that tremble without hope.

do not know what I do to shake this. I just know that I can not speak, because if I did lose the urge to leave immediately. And my damn pockets will not let me.

I would not leave. Even if this promises to be the occasion of my life.