Breathing in

 my heart aches

Breathing out

my heart breaks

I cannot smile

My body cannot contain

the pain

I feel I could cry

till all my tears run dry

Last night I heard her story.

The story of Widad.

The daughter of Hagar

as she related the pain

of the loss of her brother

Her head aching

Her body shaking

as she told us through her tears

of a fun loving young man

who only wanted to live a normal life

with a car and a wife

Who experienced day after day

The pain of no peace

I could not keep up

with who had been wounded

and who had been killed

Friends, uncles, cousins and brothers

This one a bullet

That one a rocket

This one paralyzed

This one?s hands blown off

He himself, wounded twice

And then his best friend and cousin?s brain

landed by his foot

He tried to help

 lift him

 from the ground,

his hands going through his back

coming out of his belly

Five days went by

till the news came to Widad

 that her loving brother

who had wanted a normal life

a car and a wife

had joined the dead

by blowing himself up

Taking with him

a Jewish grandmother

 and grand daughter

I see in front of me

A sweet child

Shaking and crying

as she tells us of the dying

 of her beloved brother

 My heart aches

I cry too

for all the children of Hagar

as I listen

to the outcome

of no peace.

And I go to bed

My mind racing

from one side to

the other

The children of Sarah

who are buried

every day

To the children of Hagar

who are buried

 in the same way

Each side feeling

they are innocent

Each side feeling

they are the victim

I see my neighbor?s face

who?s son was blown up

on the way to visit grandma

I see my friend?s face

whose daughter was stabbed to death

I see my aunt?s face

who lost her son and son-in-law

I see my daughter?s face

who has been to so many funerals

I see Tamar?s face

who shared with us

how her friends in the army

 played the guitar one night

 and the next day

they were buried

I see Isa?s face

with his kaffia on his head

I remember him

from before the intifada

No sign of anger

even though now

 he is  paralyzed

I see faces of the holocaust

And I see Widad?s face

I see ambulances

I see hospitals

I see graveyards

I see crying

 I see dying

And eventually I fall asleep

I awaken with a heavy heart

Sitting silently at breakfast

my mind wanders again

Not being able to be present

with my food

My mind wanders

from side to side

What would have happened

if I had been born

woken up each dawn

as a daughter of Hagar

How would I react

if all I knew was violence?

My heart is beating

My heart is beating

loud in my body

Tears fill my eyes

Then I hear the voice

of the woman on my left

Her German accent

touching my seeds of Auschwitz

And my mind goes crazy

From one side to the other

From victim

to victimizer

From victimizer

to victim

The seeds of pain, hopelessness and despair

burst in my body

The pain to great to bear

I cry for the victims of Germany

I cry for the victims of the West Bank

I cry for the victims of terrorism

I cry for the soldiers

I cry for the Jews

I cry for the Arabs

I cry for the fathers

I cry for the mothers

I cry for the sisters

 I cry for the brothers

I cry for all the children

I cry for this land

that is supposed to embrace the chosen ones

The nuns see my tears

Hear my pain

One on each side

just like Sarah and Hagar.

Caressing me and blessing me

Reminding me

 that the Eternal Mother

dwells constantly in my heart

I manage to calm myself

To return to my breath

Sister Steadiness on the side of my heart

Sister Susana, Adorned with Ripeness

on the side of my action

I want to be steady

and ripe to take action

Before it is too late ?

 the gate closing on us forever

Our Beloved Father, Abraham

has caused us much pain and suffering.

 This was not his intent

of that I am sure

I know ?

For my beloved father

caused me much pain and suffering

by violating my body

I wanted to kill myself

 time after time

To blow myself up

to blow away the pain

To shoot myself

to kill the pain

that tore me apart

keeping me apart and separate

But one day I woke up

Ready to give myself life

by forgiving him

By letting go of the pain

knowing there is no gain

in holding it inside

I spoke up

and was listened to

I created a space

making place

for something new

to sprout

in my being and my body

I ask us all to remember

and know

 that we all chose

 many lifetimes ago

to live as brothers

This land ours to share ?

all the children of Abraham

Sarah and Hagar

I ask us to stop

killing ourselves

generation after generation ?

trying to kill the pain

that has kept us separate and apart

I know that I chose

 my father and my mother

And as a mother

I know

they did not wish for me to suffer ?

but acted

 from their place of suffering

I have compassion for them now

after haven forgiven them

and given myself life

For this is my lesson!

May we lessen

our suffering

By forgiving each other

By telling our stories of pain

By listening to each other

By crying together

In order

 to water the seeds of reconciliation

Making space and place

for us to grow side by side

as beloved Children of Abraham

My country has been like my father

Causing me much pain

All I had wanted

 was a safe home and refuge

from my own home

 the holocaust

and racism in South Africa

So I came home to where

my father was born.

To the promised land

Not realizing that this country

is drenched and drowning

Holding thousands of years

generation after generation

of trauma and fear

 pain and despair ?

never healed

Is it not time to forgive?!

May we learn to forgive

The Germans, the Romans

the British.

Abraham, Sarah and Hagar

and especially our brothers

in order to give us

and them

a life and a home

May we ask for forgiveness

for all the pain and suffering

we have caused

We,did not intend

to cause pain

Let the forgiveness be our gain

as we join hand in hand

Heart to heart

Choosing to be chosen as peaceful beings

side by side

Now-

 here and now

Is the time

To begin anew

The time has come

To stop the blame

The time has come

To drop the shame

The time has come

for the dead bodies

on either side

to become the fertilizer

for us to start anew

It is time for the tears

of both sides

to water

the seeds that are

waiting to sprout

So that we can shout

with joy

because we can remember

who we truly are

Brothers and sisters

Sisters and brothers

Children of Abraham

All flowers

 Jewish flowers

 Muslim flowers

Christian flowers

Druze flowers

Bedouin flowers

Every hue flowers

Able to grow

In the same soil

Side by side!