[HTML1]Dr. Ada Aharoni is the Founder of The International Forum for the Literature and Culture of Peace (IFLAC), a voluntary Association that strives for peace by building bridges of understanding and peace through culture, literature and communication. Ada is also a writer, Sociologist and has published twenty-six books to date that have won international prizes. Her two latest books are, You and I Can Change the World and Women Create a World Beyond War and Violence. Ada joins Speak Up! to talk more about IFLAC and its mission. Also, make sure to read Ada’s inspirational poems below!
“A Bridge of Peace”
“They shall sit every man under his vine and under his fig tree, and none shall make them afraid.” (The Holy Bible, Micha, 4,4)
“He who walks with peace, walk with him.” (The Koran, Sura 48)
My Arab sister, let us build a wonder bridge
from your fig tree and vine to mine
above the boiling pain of the Intefada battle
Salima, my Arab sister, when will we laugh again
like two women, instead of weeping on our sons’ stones?
You and me, Salima, my friend, on this wonder bridge
from your culture to mine, from my culture to yours
in the fragrance of blossoming jasmine, holding hands
whispering secrets about our loves, our children, our plans,
and our deepest, deepest yearning for a bright free sky
crowned by twinkling peace stars.
I do not want to be your oppressor, you do not want to be my oppressor,
or your jailer, or my jailer, we do not want to make each other afraid
under our vines and under our fig trees blossoming on a silver horizon
above the bleeding of our children by stones, bullets and missiles.
So, my Arab sister, let us build a sturdy bridge
of tolerant jasmine understanding, where each shall sit with her baby
under her vine and under her fig tree
AND NONE SHALL MAKE THEM AFRAID!
“Peace Is a Woman and a Mother”
How do you know
peace is a woman?
I know, for
I met her yesterday
on my winding way
to the world’s fare.
She had such a sorrowful face
just like a golden flower faded
before her prime.
I asked her why
she was so sad?
She told me her baby
was killed in Auschwitz,
her daughter in Hiroshima
and her sons in Vietnam,
Israel, Palestine, Lebanon,
Bosnia, Rwanda, Darfur and Chechnya.
All the rest of her children, she said,
are on the nuclear
black-list of the dead,
all the rest, unless
the whole world understands –
that peace is a woman.
A thousand candles then lit
in her starry eyes, and I saw –
Peace is indeed a pregnant woman,
Peace is a mother.
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