الحبس الانفرادي لقطة بسجن النقب Solitary confinement for a cat Negev prison

الحبس الانفرادي لقطة بسجن النقب Solitary confinement for a cat Negev prison

أسرى فلسطينيون في النقب (الجزيرة-أرشيف) Palestinian prisoners in the Negev (the island - Archive) لم تتوقف الانتهاكات الإسرائيلية بحق الأسرى وحدهم وإنما امتدت لتشمل القطط الأليفة التي تنتشر في السجون، وفق ما نقلته وزارة شؤون الأسرى والمحررين التابعة للحكومة الفلسطينية المقالة في تصريح تلقت الجزيرة نت نسخة منه. Did not stop the Israeli violations against the prisoners alone, but extended to include domestic cats that spread in prisons, as quoted by the Ministry of Detainees and Ex-article to the Palestinian government in a statement received Jazeera Net version of it. فقد قامت إدارة سجن النقب بحجز إحدى القطط في زنزانة انفرادية عقاباً لها على تقديم خدمات ومساعدات للأسرى الذين يقضون عقوبات بالحبس الانفرادي حيث تقوم القطة بنقل بعض الحاجيات الخفيفة بين زنازين الأسرى. The Department Negev prison book one of the cats in solitary confinement as punishment for its services and assistance to prisoners who are serving sentences of solitary confinement where the cat needs to move some light between the cells of prisoners. وتبين أن القطة تقدم خدماتها للأسرى منذ عدة شهور إلى أن تم كشفها مؤخراً لتنال ذات عقوبة الأسرى الذين كانت تخدمهم. It turns out that the cat provides services to the prisoners for several months until it was exposed recently to undermine the death of prisoners who had served. وتنتشر العشرات من القطط بين خيام وغرف الأسرى في العديد من سجون الاحتلال وخاصة السجون المفتوحة كسجن النقب، حيث يقوم الأسرى برعايتها حتى ألفت هذه القطط الأسرى وأصبحت تتنقل بينهم بأمان. Are spread dozens of cats between the tents and rooms of prisoners in several Israeli prisons and private prisons, open the Negev prison, where prisoners under its auspices to draw these cats become prisoners and move them safely.

الرفق بالحيوان being gentle to animals

لسة بتذكر هاي القصيدة من صف التالت او رابع ابتدا؟ي
I still remember this poem from 3rd or 4th grade
الحيوان خلق
The animal is a creature
له عليك حق
you owe it it's rights
ان كلّ دعه يسترح
If it is tired let it rest
وداوه اذا جرح
And medicate it if it is woonded
ولا يجع في داركا
And it should never feel hungry in your home
او يظما في جواركا
Or thirsty when it is close to you
بهيمة مسكين
A poor animal
يشكو فلا يبين
It suffers without showing it
لسانه مقطوع
Its tongue is cut ( has no language)
وما له دموع
And it has no tears...

My inner Cat Blog

i know .. that sounds very geeky and weird. but my inner cat has a blog! Is it weird that I have an inner cat , or that a cat has a blog? or both?

you know how cats are, they like attention.
i had to post this for her ..

:)

My Inner Cat Blog

انا ما بقول عن حالي شاعرة ... معاذ الله Poetry قدر الشعر

Yahoo canceled yahoo 360. I had a private blog there that I shared with a few friends. I'll be reposting stuff from the old blog.


AUTHOR: DATE: 11/14/2006 14:18:09 -----STATUS: publish BODY:

i lost an entry i did this morning. a thought that i had when i first woke up. but no problem. i can think it again. maybe differently but the same still. so let me tell you... you? who are you??

oh now i remember some of the stuff i thought this morning, one of them was about why i use small 'i' instead of I when i talk about it.
By the way, this is not the main thought. the main thought was about poetry . or maybe i should say about ego.

I was thinking about people who with inflated ego who think they are poets or artists. They forget that a poet is a very deep word, poetry is not the chatter of someone's mind, or them venting , or them stringing together big words. poetry is something that you dont come up with . it comes up with you. it writes you...
هاليومين الكل شاعر.. كل ما حدا طلع كلمتين من تمه بيسميه شعر.. أغلب هالشعرا ما سمعو بمفهوم اسمه البلاغة.. و ما عندهم خبر كيف الفصاحة بيكون شكلها
يرحم أيامكم يا ربع عكاظ
انا ما بقول عن حالي شاعرة ... معاذ الله .. ولا بسمي اللي بكتبه شعر... في أسامي كتيرة الواحد ممكن يستعملها بدون ما يتعدا حدوده وحدود احترامه للغته
قولوا عني دقة قديمة.. مش مهم.. بفرقش عندي.. أحس ما أوهم نفسي وأتفرج على اللي عايشين في أوهام وقاعدين بيحطوا من قدر الشعر..
The divine nature of poetry . the sacredness of a poet. the poet ..the channel of the divine. the medium of god. not some kharabeet w khawater

على فكرة ... مره كنت عايشة فوق السحاب... سحاب صناعي.. أنا صنعته.. كنت كل ما بفكر فكرة بفكر حالي عبقرية بفكر حالي فيلسوفة ... مش اشي بحزن؟؟
It took me along time to realize how pathetic my situation was. and that i had no idea what I was doing , saying or thinking. I was just trapped in a little ego that has been domesticated in me. and that i had to assert for the longest time.
Fake clouds are very dangerous...
فن الأوهام
the art of self deceit


so...
the 'you' is whomever is watching me or my thoughts.. sometimes it feels like i am on a stage and there are these invisible beings watching me.. ghosts , angels, ancestors, the enlightened ones, etc..
there is God also of course . so I talk to YOU. Me also is another YOU .. my 'observer' . I am not sure if that is me or ME. i or I..