this diary is dedicated to all who suffer because of war
eleven images and poem below the fold
A member of the Red Cross checks bodies after an Israeli air raid in Qana, 6km from the port city of Tyre (Soure), in south Lebanon July 30, 2006. The Israeli air strike in Qana killed at least 54 people, the deadliest attack in an onslaught against Hizbollah that has largely overshadowed an Israeli offensive in the Gaza Strip.
REUTERS/Zohra Bensemra (LEBANON)
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A Red Cross member sits next to bodies after an Israeli air raid in Qana, 6 km (4 miles) from the port-city of Tyre (Soure) in south Lebanon, July 30, 2006.
REUTERS/Zohra Bensemra (LEBANON)
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Red Cross members are seen after an Israeli air raid in Qana, 6 kilometers (4 miles) from the port city of Tyre in south Lebanon, July 30, 2006.
(Zohra Bensemra/Reuters)
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Lebanese Red Cross and Civil Defense workers carry the body of a small child covered in dust from the rubble of his home that was hit in an Israeli missile strike in the village of Qana, Lebanon, east of the port city of Tyre, Sunday, July 30, 2006. Lebanese Red Cross officials said 56 people died in the Israeli assault on the village, including 34 children. Rescuers dug through the debris to remove dozens of bodies.
(AP Photo/Kevin Frayer)
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A Red Cross member looks at a body after an Israeli air raid in Qana, 6 km (4 miles) from the port-city of Tyre (Soure) in south Lebanon, July 30, 2006.
REUTERS/Zohra Bensemra (LEBANON)
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A rescuer sits in an ambulance next to the body of a young victim after an Israeli air raid on Qana killed more than 54 people, 37 of them children, in south Lebanon, July 30, 2006.
REUTERS/Ali Hashisho (LEBANON)
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Rescuers carry a victim outside the Tyre hospital after an Israeli air raid on Qana killed more than 54 people, 37 of them children, in south Lebanon, July 30, 2006.
REUTERS/Ali Hashisho (LEBANON)
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A Red Cross worker carries a body inside an ambulance after an Israeli air raid in Qana, 6 km (4 miles) from the port-city of Tyre (Soure) in south Lebanon, July 30, 2006.
REUTERS/Zohra Bensemra (LEBANON)
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Medical personnel line up bodies outside the Tyre (Soure) hospital after an Israeli air raid on Qana killed more than 54 people, 37 of them children, in south Lebanon, July 30, 2006.
(Ali Hashisho – LEBANON/Reuters)
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A Lebanese rescue worker stands next to bodies of Lebanese victims which were recovered from the rubble of a demolished building that was struck by an Israeli war plane in the village of Qana, in the port city of Tyre (Soure), in south Lebanon July 30, 2006. A refrigerated truck served as morgue at the Government Hospital.
(Zohra Bensemra/Reuters)
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A medical personnel lines up children’s bodies in body bags outside the Tyre hospital after an Israeli air raid on Qana killed at least 54 civilians, including 37 children, in south Lebanon, July 30, 2006.
REUTERS/Ali Hashisho (LEBANON)
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In Jerusalem
by Mahmoud Darwish
translated by Fady Joudah
In Jerusalem, and I mean within the ancient walls,
I walk from one epoch to another without a memory
to guide me. The prophets over there are sharing
the history of the holy . . . ascending to heaven
and returning less discouraged and melancholy, because love
and peace are holy and are coming to town.
I was walking down a slope and thinking to myself: How
do the narrators disagree over what light said about a stone?
Is it from a dimly lit stone that wars flare up?
I walk in my sleep. I stare in my sleep. I see
no one behind me. I see no one ahead of me.
All this light is for me. I walk. I become lighter. I fly
then I become another. Transfigured. Words
sprout like grass from Isaiah’s messenger
mouth: “If you don’t believe you won’t believe.”
I walk as if I were another. And my wound a white
biblical rose. And my hands like two doves
on the cross hovering and carrying the earth.
I don’t walk, I fly, I become another,
transfigured. No place and no time. So who am I?
I am no I in ascension’s presence. But I
think to myself: Alone, the prophet Mohammad
spoke classical Arabic. “And then what?”
Then what? A woman soldier shouted:
Is that you again? Didn’t I kill you?
I said: You killed me . . . and I forgot, like you, to die.
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