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'Al Qabda, 'The Fist': “We are a young trio from the Beddawi Palestinian refugee camp in Tripoli, North Lebanon. We write and perform songs which tackle the issues that affect us and our communities here, living as unwelcome people in a foreign land, denied our rights for decades. We want to bring forth the voices of our community and help express the common frustration we all hold against our corrupt and sectarian leaders and our broken society which accepts things as they are.”

    Who told you that oppression is not a crime and even more
    I was banished from Palestine with doves and orchards
    I lived hard days and circumstances with depression on a mattress-less bed
    In order to help sleep I lived in Lebanon struggling for my living
    But people kept envying me while I was wondering, why the envy?
    Since I am in this broken country, there is nothing to lean on, and my land and space is violated
    The Zionist oppressor, the same who took my money, exactly like our presidents
    It’s like looking for a needle in a haystack
    Every time I see hope my luck prevents me
    My identity has been written on my prison where I am sentenced to death
    Until the time when my life improves like other people they will envy me again and I will retreat to the start
    Chorus: Your poverty is not something new, so never blame us, I keep saying and repeating the problem is in you, not in us
    The grudge is escalating and we’re going on the worst path leading to corruption in the country
    Explosions, destruction, the sky is becoming black and they closed the curtain
    They took Palestine by America’s decision
    We are men only against each other
    The moustache is a disgrace while your land is taken
    We ally with the West and grudge runs in our blood like nicotine
    The nicotine and the syringes are killing us and crucifying our brains
    We dress in black and coffer in coffins and live on grudges and we try to distract our
    mothers on how the future for youths is destroyed
    It continues while our conscience is dead and dialogue is disabled which has blinded
    the hearts of the young and the old
    Peoples have destroyed Palestine, Syria and Lebanon
    Souls are agitated, no mercy, so where are human rights?
    Everyone is diving into forgetfulness and the Satan that ended us
    They erased religions from us exactly like a violin that is stuffed with resentfulness
    From the number of times they played the same tone of destruction
    Our hearts are filled with hatred and this is everything in short
    Waiting for the violin to be strung again
    Chorus: Your poverty is not something new, so never blame us, I keep saying and
    repeating the problem is in you, not in us
    24 hours are the same repetition from which I got bored of counting daily
    I feel they’re increasing but they become part of me, I got used to loving them
    People around me they make progress while I stay in my place
    I would like to change but my circumstances never allow me
    I dropped the weapon, my pen, and I choose money despite the difference yet I’m not content
    It’s all rubbish that I left my education and I was the judge who condemned to put an end to my dream
    My mum shed tears, she knew that I would not get better, I’m not suitable even to my friend
    My real dream is to be music
    All that is left to me is the stick in my hand that plays tunes like an ascending scale
    Acquiring knowledge despite the barriers and one of the barriers is the eye of a needle
    Walking the avenue of hope, stand up, face foolish death and the illusion of failure
    and continue going until I reach the summit
    Nothing stops me except death
    Chorus: Surrender or fight the sentence of death, it is a continuous dialogue between me and myself
    Days are increasing the feeling of failure inside me, my frustration is rising and my dream is being extinguished
    No relationship, totally dehydrated and living on the equator where the waters don’t change
    I’m orbiting like a blind planet whose thoughts are agitated
    I’ve been this way for a while, maintaining my patience in this situation, resenting life
    The past has deprived me of my goal and my ideal dream
    Every Arab has been infected by this sickness
    And those who were behind us became the front and he manipulated the story that
    was a novel; the same ideas repeating but in different tales
    Chorus: Surrender or fight the sentence of death, it is a continuous dialogue between me and myself
    My id is an emigrant
    My nationality is homeless
    My job is a traveler
    My city is every city
    It's only the chance's noise
    After which the time's stopped
    I'm in the land
    The dream's been lost
    And we paid the price
    Poverty is banishment in your homeland
    While money is to be an alien
    Earth got one shape, yet people are numbers
    Imagine how many numbers in that one shape
    Any equation can solve this matter can earn gold
    If it was doable my father would have been rich
    Since I was young I watch the series of the struggler
    I reject this case of being the burden, I want to be the supporter in this country
    And be ideal one
    For that I always keep my dream
    But if it went well with me like all the people
    They'd envy me and I'd retreat
    .... Chorus- Your poverty is not a new thing
    No, never blame us
    I keep saying and repeating the problem is in you not in us
    since I left my homeland
    feeling lonely and tired of this situation
    how'd I forget your soil oh my homeland?
    I'm proud of my origin since came into existence
    the tears are shed losing every martyr
    it's heartbreaking all the explosions news
    I am patient, yet I can't help maintain
    till when the war keeps dwelling in our hearts?
    (kids chorus )
    oh, our motherland! we're your kids
    we put ourselves in line for you
    our love for you is eternal
    we swear we miss you
    and pray for you in hard times
    ..........................
    oh, you oppressor! just tell me what do you want?
    I left my home, since then I live in adversity
    every day I'm waiting for the sun to rise
    I'm quite sure we are not slaves
    we are born free
    we saw by the right's light
    how our nation betrayed us
    (kids chorus )
    oh, our motherland! we're your kids
    we put ourselves in line for you
    our love for you is eternal
    we swear we miss you
    and pray for you in hard times
    ...........................
    I dream to go home
    that's my biggest dream
    oh, the house in which I was brought up
    with all the joy of my days and life
    how much I miss our village and gathering
    in banishment, I am quite miserable
    and so hard it is our life there
    so much I do miss you oh my mother!
    I miss to hug you
    in your eyes are the secrets of the universe
    your light can relieve all my depression
    I do miss you oh my mother
    to see me in my coffin
    while people are crying and singing for me

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Developer
Abdallah Karam
Curator
Firas Itani
Designer
Anas Naamani