Food For Thought

Thinking


by Housewife4Palestine

I was only three years old when I use to spend a lot of time talking to my grandfather , he never talked to me as a child because as he liked to say I did not think like a mere child. We use to have long discussions on various topics. Since at this age I couldn’t read or write yet, he also used to help me memorize whole sections of books, because I actually desired to learn.

When I was barely four my grandfather, explained to me about the end of the world, not to frighten me but for me to understand because as he saw it; in my lifetime I would actually see it he had said. With the current domino effect going on in the world, I tend to wonder that he was right.

Here are some Islamic examples:

1. Abundant riches (oil?) will be discovered under the Euphrates River in Iraq and people will fight over them, causing much death and destruction.

2. Children will no longer obey their parents.

3. Poor nations will compete with each other to build tall buildings in their cities even as the populace starves.

4. It will be hard to tell men and women apart physically.

5. Women will outnumber men by a huge margin (50:1)

6. Religious knowledge will decrease dramatically and authentic pious scholars will be rare.

7. Wealth will be widespread and corruption will be rampant.

8. Music, female singers and alcohol will be prevalent.

9. The worse people will be chosen as leaders.

10. Their will be family turmoil in every household.


My grandfather had wished more then anything to see how I was to become as an adult but he was murdered not long after he explained to me his ideas about the end of time. In his eyes like I would think most grandfather’s think of their grandchildren, he felt I would be an extraordinary adult and be an exceptionally good person. And I hope I have not let him down.


In The Distant Winds of Time

by Housewife4Palestine

The memorable sounds
Of an Ancient land
Whispering softly in spring winds.

Tender calls of sorrow
Due to pain of tortures
The beatings of death.

Chariots drumming on cobblestones
Shouts of men
From distant countries
Take booty from another
Or a reprieve in security
Dissolving strife.

The elderly man sits solemnly
With his young granddaughter
On a work worn knee
Teaching the wisdom of sages
From his fading existence.

The humble soul
Hunched on a tired staff
In the pastures of humanity
Listening to the parallels
Passing on
Wondering what his voice
And his life will be
In the distant winds of time.

Note:

I wrote this poem when I was in my later twenties about Palestine, one day when I heard voices being carried in the wind.

Even if you are born a hostage, you can feel and see Palestine within you!