Wednesday, November 22, 2017

Children of Yemen



Written by: Ali Taha Alnobani
The suspicious silence towards what happening in Yemen is not normal. Those who were talking about humanity for long years are now facilitating blockade around necks of millions of Yemen children.
Human rights organizations have no voice, world's free populations have no voice too, and millions of children crisis became reports, just reports
I feel that there are some investors studying there future projects after the ugly death of Yemen's children, those investors are new kind of Dracula appeared in the new Millennium who prefers death wholesale for any barriers can delay their greed.
Before about 20 years we saw a lot of demonstrations around the world to prevent or stop war, but now no body try to do anything to help Yemen children. I can't find any reason for ignorance except the fact of poor country with no interests with others.
If our world let down children of Yemen now, then who can guarantee human rights in any other place in this world? I think it is now the time to stop war against children in Yemen, it is the time to do something to prevent the continuous crime.




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Wednesday, May 3, 2017

The Strawberry woman

© 2010-2015 Ali Taha Alnobani rights reserved

I know, strawberry has charm
But this time, it is a moon in spring temples
A Call beaming in the morning
And a mascot painted on god's arm
Your lips proclaim another speech
About angels ceremony for love
Which conduct there in  paradise
Over fire, under ice
Near the golden beach
That nobody can reach
***
I know strawberry has  light
Of  wonderful colors
Mixed of wonder and delight
But you  are the one who tells the sun
The source of might
And the sky song
Which engraved on life sight
 ***



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Can we apologize to Alan?

 Written by: Ali Taha Alnobani
 © 2010-2015 Ali Taha Alnobani rights reserved
I saw "The Imitation Game Film" yesterday, which is talking about Alan Turing, who was a pioneering English computer scientist, mathematician, logician, cryptanalyst and theoretical biologist.
I'm surprised to see The Great Britain transact in this way with such an extraordinary person. I know that the computer that I'm writing now this article is the fruit of his efforts.
It seems that false politicians and swindlers have the reins of this world, No place for those who try to build bridges, and no place for mind and science voice.
 Alan Turing's short life accurately reflects the cruelty of the human towards the different other, selfishly, despite everything. I think we have always to dig and search to understand the human being's behavior, how he can impose his perception, opinion and position even if he is an ignorant and fool one.
At the end of the film I felt frustrated. Alan chose to end his life, and those who saved their lives resumed normally!
After changing his status from winner to loser:
 Can we apologize to Alan?
 And what does he benefit from that?
I don't know! 

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Saturday, April 29, 2017

My crutches

Written By: Ali Taha Alnobani

© 2010-2015 Ali Taha Alnobani rights reserved


There, I walked with  Nabatians in Petra

My crutches:

You shared me all my life

But I didn't

I was a bird

My wings shared the love rhyme

To take a look before the adventure

To have love forever

***

My desire is wider than the open sea and the sky

 Feathers which grew on my two crutches

Drank the wind like a roaring waterfall

I can understand the madness

I can live in a wild flower

Then fly with the pollen

To taste the remote ports

And breathe like sails

***

The story started in a remote forest

When a strange man was chopping the wood

 Then a crazy magician puffed on them to be crutches

Till that moment, I had no wings

But the feathers grew from my soul in a very cold night

The fire shaped me to be a love bird

 Singing once and traveling an other

***

" you are mad" said the trees

My face, my neck, were nervous

And afraid of squeeze

The long days became short

And my desire is as wide as the seas

I couldn't escape

But I knew life more and more

***

Inside me

There is a cave of horror echo

A voice asked me to try

To go out

To have a moment with the vast sky

Angels and monsters are living together

An angel upstairs

A monster downstairs

None sees the other

But the bird

Can draw his mad city

Despite the long roads

And the dark cave

***

My crutches

I'm the heart of the earth

And you are my sail

To draw the life taste

***

And you

Believe me; start now

There are many things to do
For the sake of love and life


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