Mohsen Ezz El-Din Al-Bakr
Registered Member
O human,
let me tell you about the Holy Land.
The Holy Land is a land toyed with by myths,
where the living are killed by the dead.
Each time a generation of the living dies,
they become killers of those who will live after them.
And so the narrative goes on.
Whenever suffering there is laid bare and appears grotesque,
they clothe it in religion so it appears elegant.
It is the land of elegant torment,
and the elegant language of death.
It does not exceed 0.00015
of the vast landmass of the earth,
yet half the nations of the world claim it as their promised land,
and every nation comes bearing a deed.
So half the nations of the world fought over these deeds;
each claims their deed is the true one
and that the rest are forged.
They left the vast earth and came to the Holy Land for a deed.
They troubled the world for a deed.
Blood was spilled for a deed.
Ruin endured for a deed.
Not for its wealth, nor for its place on a trade route,
but for a deed.
These have a deed, those have a deed, and those have a deed.
So the land was lost among the deeds of heaven,
the living died by the swords of the dead,
and truths vanished amid the crowds of myths.
Imagine that a single country in the world
equals 566 times the size of the Holy Land of God.
There is even privately owned land put up for auction
whose area exceeds that of Palestine, Israel, and Lebanon combined,
and even larger areas have been offered for sale at auction
without any deeds written for them.
Yet here, every displaced person and every nation
shows us a deed,
and in every era a new deed appears.
Despite these vast spaces,
everyone came to jostle over the Holy Land of God.
It does not exceed 0.00015,
yet half the nations of the earth left the wide world
and came to crowd into a fraction of land
equal to 0.00015 of the earth’s landmass.
Ninety percent of the messages of guidance were sent to it;
the world was guided, and the Holy Land was lost.
Care surrounded it among all nations of the earth for a time,
then care abandoned it for times and times.
From war to war, from invasion to invasion—
each invader comes bearing a deed of ownership.
No sooner does one possess it
than another invader comes carrying another deed,
and so on…
It is a land where prophets crowded together,
and killers crowded together as well.
When the world was about to close the markets of myths,
a people came to sell myths there.
They traded in myths and fought for the trade of myths.
Here, the mythical trade found a market that still operates.
So the myths of terror became a tangible reality:
war broke out, blood was spilled,
civilization was ruined, safety was assassinated.
The selling and buying of myth continued.
Then myths were exported, and the world bought them
after it had nearly abandoned their trade.
So the trade in myth revived once again.
Whenever the world is about to recover,
the Holy Land sneezes,
spreading the contagion of myth and war anew.
If you make a circle with your fingers toward space,
within that circle are tens of thousands of galaxies
containing billions of stars and planets—
yet God found no special land for Himself on earth
except this land.
This is Israel, Palestine, Canaan—
I do not know what to call it; let us call it Isratin.
(The War of Myth and the Land of the Wondrous Deed)
— Mohsen Ezz al-Din al-Bakri
.Always giving
let me tell you about the Holy Land.
The Holy Land is a land toyed with by myths,
where the living are killed by the dead.
Each time a generation of the living dies,
they become killers of those who will live after them.
And so the narrative goes on.
Whenever suffering there is laid bare and appears grotesque,
they clothe it in religion so it appears elegant.
It is the land of elegant torment,
and the elegant language of death.
It does not exceed 0.00015
of the vast landmass of the earth,
yet half the nations of the world claim it as their promised land,
and every nation comes bearing a deed.
So half the nations of the world fought over these deeds;
each claims their deed is the true one
and that the rest are forged.
They left the vast earth and came to the Holy Land for a deed.
They troubled the world for a deed.
Blood was spilled for a deed.
Ruin endured for a deed.
Not for its wealth, nor for its place on a trade route,
but for a deed.
These have a deed, those have a deed, and those have a deed.
So the land was lost among the deeds of heaven,
the living died by the swords of the dead,
and truths vanished amid the crowds of myths.
Imagine that a single country in the world
equals 566 times the size of the Holy Land of God.
There is even privately owned land put up for auction
whose area exceeds that of Palestine, Israel, and Lebanon combined,
and even larger areas have been offered for sale at auction
without any deeds written for them.
Yet here, every displaced person and every nation
shows us a deed,
and in every era a new deed appears.
Despite these vast spaces,
everyone came to jostle over the Holy Land of God.
It does not exceed 0.00015,
yet half the nations of the earth left the wide world
and came to crowd into a fraction of land
equal to 0.00015 of the earth’s landmass.
Ninety percent of the messages of guidance were sent to it;
the world was guided, and the Holy Land was lost.
Care surrounded it among all nations of the earth for a time,
then care abandoned it for times and times.
From war to war, from invasion to invasion—
each invader comes bearing a deed of ownership.
No sooner does one possess it
than another invader comes carrying another deed,
and so on…
It is a land where prophets crowded together,
and killers crowded together as well.
When the world was about to close the markets of myths,
a people came to sell myths there.
They traded in myths and fought for the trade of myths.
Here, the mythical trade found a market that still operates.
So the myths of terror became a tangible reality:
war broke out, blood was spilled,
civilization was ruined, safety was assassinated.
The selling and buying of myth continued.
Then myths were exported, and the world bought them
after it had nearly abandoned their trade.
So the trade in myth revived once again.
Whenever the world is about to recover,
the Holy Land sneezes,
spreading the contagion of myth and war anew.
If you make a circle with your fingers toward space,
within that circle are tens of thousands of galaxies
containing billions of stars and planets—
yet God found no special land for Himself on earth
except this land.
This is Israel, Palestine, Canaan—
I do not know what to call it; let us call it Isratin.
(The War of Myth and the Land of the Wondrous Deed)
— Mohsen Ezz al-Din al-Bakri
.Always giving