{"id":1828,"date":"2014-07-29T21:56:14","date_gmt":"2014-07-29T21:56:14","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.writingsinrhyme.com\/?p=1828"},"modified":"2015-06-03T21:57:56","modified_gmt":"2015-06-03T21:57:56","slug":"gaza-a-ghazal","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/gaza-a-ghazal\/","title":{"rendered":"Gaza – a Ghazal"},"content":{"rendered":"

Cathleen ni Houlihan (1), she does not sleep tonight
\nHer pains are over, but she thinks of another tonight<\/p>\n

Maiden pure, of downcast eyes, her honour challenged
\nHer son stands against his brothers, defends her chastity tonight<\/p>\n

She afraid of being pillaged, having little left, cows in terror
\nHer sons, who stand with their brother, against\u00c2\u00a0 their own cousins, defend her tonight<\/p>\n

She sobbing, of her pains multiplied by their defense that she endures,
\nHer cousins stand with her sons against the world tonight.<\/p>\n

I, a son of Cathleen ni Houlihan, pray for them, all I can do…
\nFor a time of peace to come when the smoke has cleared from the bombs of tonight.<\/p>\n

\"Painting
Painting by John Lavery of his wife in character as the mystical personification of Ireland in anguish, Cathleen Ni Houlihan<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n
Cathleen ni Houlihan<\/strong> – a poetic name for Ireland, from a time when patriotic verse was illegal under British rule.<\/address>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Cathleen ni Houlihan (1), she does not sleep tonight Her pains are over, but she thinks of another tonight Maiden pure, of downcast eyes, her honour challenged Her son stands against his brothers, defends her chastity tonight She afraid of being pillaged, having little left, cows in terror Her sons, …<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[126,30,32,1],"tags":[1982,118,2352,33],"class_list":["post-1828","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-ghazal","category-holy-land","category-israel-palestine-conflict","category-uncategorized","tag-cathleen-ni-houlihan","tag-gaza","tag-ghazal","tag-palestine","column","twocol"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p7EI4f-tu","jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"jetpack-related-posts":[{"id":67,"url":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/caliphate-of-the-heart\/","url_meta":{"origin":1828,"position":0},"title":"Caliphate of the Heart","author":"Tom\u00e1s \u00d3 C\u00e1rthaigh","date":"8th June 2014","format":false,"excerpt":"Reacting to the recent antics of Boko Haram and the Islamic State, I write in Ghazal format of my understanding of Islam as seen through \/\/\/ the eyes of Rumi, and how far askew they are of it. 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