Bushra Fouz’s poetry – Zionist Hunger – Blood soaked Jelly !!

Even before 9/11, Bushra Fouz had already began teaching fellow Americans about Islamic values.

Mr and Mrs Bensen (Benson) Fouz

Mr and Mrs Bensen (Benson) Fouz

Born in Pittsfield and raised by loving, peaceful Palestinian Arabs, she shows all the tolerance and respect for others that one would expect from a Muslim family fortunate enough to escape Islamic totalitarianism for our blessed shores.

Bushra and her husband Patrick Benson are directors at the Hampshire mosque in Amherst and manage the chicken operations at Red Fire Farms in Granby.

Her poetry reflects imagery acquired from childhood memories, and her parent’s hopes that she would be more successful then they were at furthering the cause of Islam and eliminating its enemies.

Bushra’s family joined Palestinians worldwide in celebration of the Islamic peace inititive in Ramallah, 2000.

Inspired by the peaceful protest of other Arabs in Ramallah just months ago, Bushra hopes to engage the citizens of Massachusetts in the same type of Islamic dialog.

[IMC-NYC-Print] Palestinian Writer Seeking to contribute MBISAN at aol.com MBISAN at aol.com Thu Jan 11 22:39:39 PST 2001

I am writing in an effort to submit my work to your publishing company. I am a 25 year old woman, born and raised in Massachusetts, of Palestinian refugees. My work reflects my identity as a Palestinian. Here is a sample of my work, a poem, in response to the Israeli brutality against my people. Your response and feedback would be greatly appreciated. – Sincerely, Bushra Fouz 

British reporter – I thought that I’d got to know the Palestinians well. I thought they were kind, hospitable people…I’m a very forgiving person but I’ll never forget this. It was murder of the most barbaric kind.”

“Zionist Hunger” aka “The Jews Thirst for Blood” – by Bushra Fouz

Don’t wanna give you need to feed your greed in the vast pit of hungry dogs so you can strip me of every skin and bone

punish me for throwing a holy stone at your iron face
in a place where rubber and steal prevail against rock hail

where murders like Sharon can shake blood-dripping hands with the Shaytan while the angels of Palestine fall and bleed

I don’t see the need Don’t wanna give you the incentive to say your murderous actions were merely defensive in the name of your violence … in the name of my silence …  in the name of holy hypocrisy

Your bullets may have wounded me in the eye but I can still see from high up in my olive tree The land of milk and honey, burning, and the rape of Palestine still hasn’t been called an atrocity

Little Palestinian girls like Busra recreate the Ramallah Peace Talks of 2000 with yearly celebrations.

The holy land has been besieged by the hand that refuses to feed the mouths of those who long before planted the seed of folkdancing dreams and peace out of the thorn of a cactus leaf

Don’t see the need for Palestine to continue to bleed Is your mouth still watering in greed-drentched hunger? Is it violence you quench? Palestine you seek to sunder?

“Murderers like Sharon with blood-dripping hands.. chewing on each martyrs bones as their souls fall from your mouth onto the ancient cobblestones!” – Bushra Fouz Mohammed

Chewing on each martyrs bones as their souls fall from your mouth onto the ancient cobblestones I don’t see the need to feed your greed when deep in the pit of your fat Zionist belly Palestine has been eaten Alive! blood-soaked jelly!

Bushra Fouz

 

 

 

Even in America these Islamic values are taught to young Arab Palestinian boys and girls, helping to raise a new generation of tolerant Muslims like Bushra.

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