Look at their eyes...

Lemon Tree and Washing Line

photo: from Al Jazeera Report

This photo says so much can you see this. Fighter jet debris landing in a back garden... Someones home, a family trying to live their lives. See the woman of the house has a her washing line, a woman simply wanting to look after her family, cleaning clothes and keeping her family neat and tidy. Cooking and caring for her kids.  She and her husband love the garden can you see the Lemon tree..... and this idyllic scene is ruined by the deluded egos of man and his deluded power, with the jets, bombs and weapons... The fight for land and oil and £$£$£$ deluded power.  Could there ever be a chance that man can grow out of this very barbaric way of handling his egos desires for power power ... when the Lemon tree has the true message a message loud and clear if only mans dark ego would allow him to see.... There is a power Greater than us all... the creator of all.... and that loving creator keeps sending us messages to tell us that we need not fight or hurt one another as the message is one of LOVE.. Care compassion for one another and this amazing planet home EARTH...

 This reminded of the piece I wrote when the Zionist were having a heavy handed tantrum with Gaza in 2014 

Washing Day by Marjorie Bahhaj

Sabah el kheer Habibi you held me tight this morning ….your love strong inside me …our dance of love together a oneness we always enjoy. You are my strong husband that I adore.  I am happy to be your wife, my love.  But it is time for me to get dressed my love and get the children ready, I have the kobtz to bake and our breakfast to prepare.  The children have to be at school and have all my chores to do.  The washing to soak and thousand more things to do that every wife knows… 

You go with a gulp of coffee to your work at the hospital – lucky to have paid work many others have nothing.  You place a gentle kiss on my forehead as you leave your day to be long once more as mine.  The children gather books and grab the drinks I made for them through the hot day.   I have my chores to do….

The wind is calm today in the sunlight and good still for my washing to dry. I am happy thinking of you and our morning of love before you left for work… The clothes pegged on the line then the familiar noise that makes my heart pound fast the drones the whirring of the drones… I look between the sheets blowing on the line the sunlight streaming in my eyes.. then the loud bang the thud the feeling my heart is blown through my chest ....the screams around me..... then the moment of quiet … Where am I the landscape no longer familiar the rooftop no longer there just a mass of tangled rubble and twisted iron ….. My legs, my legs I cannot feel my legs…. what is that warm running from my head… The smell of burning bodies overwhelms me.  I reach to touch my head and my fingers are wet with blood.. but my legs I cannot feel my legs…. Then darkness and no sound……

The light pierces my eyes and I hear voices and cries and screams the sound of sirens, the sound of metal trolleys wheels that need oiling screeching their way down the corridor.... but what is this.... where am I….

"Aisha are you in pain?" "Aisha are you with us… look at me." There is a dark shadow of what I think is a man and the cold hands of someone holding my arms… I feel needles and I see a tangle of tubes… then my focus is clearing … doctors and nurses trying to hold me down … was I thrashing.... was I fighting.... I do not know … I hurt yet am numb… my legs I cannot feel my legs…. Why can I not feel my legs….. Doctor my legs.... the pain searing now in my thighs and my buttocks … I feel sick and my head spins … 

I hear.... did I hear..... what did he say..... what...... have I lost my legs did he say my legs have gone …how am I to dance again..... how am to walk and run

Then I hear a familiar sound, 

"Where is she?" a panic voice I know that voice but this tone unfamiliar. a voice that is usually calm and reassuring... Where is she?  tell me where is my wife….?

Abibi I try to call but my mouth cannot frame the words…. I see him there my handsome man my love of my life rushing to my side.... crying.... his eyes red his face shocked and in pain….

He leans down to kiss my forehead gentle as this morning but his tears fall on me I feel his body shake with sobs as he tries to lay his head on my shoulder 

"Abibi I love you" the words come from my mouth in a dry whisper…..

He sobs and holds my hand my wife my wife you are my life I thought I had lost you when they told me where the bomb had hit…

"The children are they safe….?" I ask

Abibi goes quiet and I see the pain in his eyes that tells me they are gone lost to this hatred of our race and the drive to take our land.  I try to cry but I am numb … confused a word they call surreal.  Then I try to put it all together I pegged the washing on the line and then......

Oh the bombs...... the bombs they send to kill us.... maim us.... warp and twist our lives and our homes with their anger. Yes I remember my day to be a normal day .....a day of many chores that a wife must have to do… but to have this pain is normal now in our land… 

Ceasefire an oasis of hope and peace but not usual, not normal in this war… pain the norm for us the days full of pain…..

"Abibi they have blown my legs away ….how am I to dance with you again…."

Women try to hold their families together in all sorts of circumstances.  But as mothers we have to ask ....what happens to our sons when they are so hell bent on making hell on this wonderful Earth.  Did we go wrong with our motherhood teaching and example or is this some distorted path that man must go on. No not must he should listen to the message of all religions, the biggest Jihad is the journey and war within SELF to rid self of self..be egoless.... Control the failings of the Ego that separates us from the Divine love that created us all. To gain peace within will create peace without... Please listen we are all chosen to live on the planet home and we have to awaken to the need to be a Global Family not wars not conflicts but learning and sharing and growing with one another and evolving as peaceful beings... or we put ourselves on an irreversible pathway of destroying all...... 

Time to grow up with Hearts...

👩‍⚖️been in to London today for a Chant and Rant at the Russian Embassy for targeting civilians - all violations of Article 51 Geneva Convention ... none of us can rest when we know kids are being targeted and doctors and nurses caring for the injured....... Time man grew up out of this madness... A strong man to me is a man on a building site and a farmer working the land to build communities in peace..... not hurling bombs and missiles at one another..... gee was so cold too outside in the icy rain.... but so glad the embassy staff did not come out with cups of hot tea for us...they have a tendency to use polonium-210 tea bags ... and I prefer Yorkshire tea....... where a lot of problems discussed over a good cup of tea - we have learnt since the war of the roses and the two houses conflict of the House of Lancashire and the House of Yorkshire .... that fighting is MADNESS and too many good folk lost in the battle when all could be solved over a peace table and listening to one another.....GROW UP PUTIN you look a prat alongside your buddy Dr Death Assad... FAILED LEADERS have wars and conflicts.. the strong leader is the one with peace in his or her heart.....Thank you to our local Punjabi trader that helped with the cost of the lamination of my posters.. He said his heart was with us all and would stand with us if he could leave the shop.  See the message that comes to every religion and culture is PEACE LOVE HARMONY LOOK AFTER YOUR FELLOW MAN AND ALL CREATION..... but folk are so full of their selfish ego to not understand this and to open their hearts to the message.... Politics should be based on the fundamentals of being a Global Family together. Little beautiful Aisha that was killed in airstrikes I put her photo in the colours of the Suffragettes that we are commemorating this year on the centenary of women wining the right to votes.  The colours stand for Peace, Purity and Hope...... we need to hope that man will come to his senses and learn to live in Peace.

Sami Yusuf - Let Us Not Forget

Aisha dear Aisha

While we in the UK are commemorating the 100yrs of women's votes some girls will never be allowed to reach womanhood to know life - time to stop the madness in Syria. Suffragette colours meaning - purple symbolised dignity, white purity, and green hope.- we have to hope that we get the dignity and purity of peace in Syria and this killing frenzy madness stopped.

Violation of Article 51

When will Man's evolution be complete...