Resist, my people, resist them. In Jerusalem, I dressed my wounds and breathed my sorrows to God. I carried the soul in my palm for an Arab Palestine. I will not succumb to the ‘peaceful solution’, never lower my flags until I evict them from my homeland and make them kneel for a time to come. Resist, my people, resist them. Resist the settler’s robbery and follow the caravan of martyrs. Shred the disgraceful constitution that has imposed relentless humiliation and stopped us from restoring our rights. They burned blameless children; As for Hadeel, they sniped her in public, killed her in broad daylight. Resist, my people, resist them. Resist the colonialist’s onslaught. Pay no mind to his agents among us who shackle us with illusions of peace. Do not fear the Merkava [Israeli army tanks]; the truth in your heart is stronger, as long as you resist in a land that has lived through raids and victory. Ali called from his grave: resist, my rebellious people, write me as prose on the ag...
“The West won the world not by the superiority of its ideas or values or religion (to which few members of other civilizations were converted) but rather by its superiority in applying organized violence. Westerners often forget this fact; non-Westerners never do.” —Samuel P. Huntington, The Clash of Civilisation and the Remaking of the World Order, 1996, p. 51