" A White
Flower"
I'll fight to stand up again
And gather my shredded parts
Then stick them with soft clay
That irrigated with blood of martyrs.
The sky will rain heavily
The tears of killed children
Over my broken bones and deep scars
My body will grow
a beautiful white flower
The souls of martyrs
Will spread its Palestinian fragrance
Around this stinking world
And its light will spread peace
In this dark and dreadful world.
"Tell my children"
Tell my children,
I tried to be their fortified shield
To protect them from the enemy
But I was so weak.
I pretended to be like a big mountain
To deter the heavy bombs
But I failed.
I pretended to be strong enough
To make them feel safe
While I was internally fatigued.
I fought the miserable conditions
To bring them crumbles of bread
And I barely got some.
I wish I could protect them with my bare body
But my worn shoulders can't endure more burdens.
Tell my children,
While they were screaming
And it wasn't successful
To stop their slaughter.
Tell my children,
The world was busy with human rights
But not your rights as humans.
Tell my children
About the complicit world
And judge with double-standard scale.
"The Burning Reminiscence "
When I look to the sparkling stars
Through the clear dark sky
I see the glamorous faces
Of the lost beloved
Who left without Farewell
I see them flying around the moon
Like glittering butterflies
I smell their scent
From the coming winds from the north
That carry their belongings to the beloved
I feel their ongoing tears
During the silent nights
Like the cold dew drops.
While I'm sitting alone
And the waves shed their tears
On the beach of homeless
On the salty sands
To revive the burning reminiscence.
" Like an iceberg"
I'm pretending to be strong
In front of my weak children
Who suffer from the displacement
And the everywhere smell of death
Instead of counting the glamorous stars.
While I'm internally melting like an iceberg
Without noticing my silent suffering.
To show my children
That I'm their fortified shelter.
I'm weaker than they think
And I need the protection myself
From the brutal army
And the heavy bombs
Of fathers, mothers and children
While I'm collapsing like a skyscraper
And the world is enjoying my tragic end.
Infront of my children
When they got frightened
From the sounds of rockets
And the buzzing drones,
And think about their unknown tomorrow,
While I'm crying during darkness
Till tears submerge my eyes
And flood on the shore of the sea
Whereas humanity swims in the Palestinian bloods.
"Picturesque view"
I'm sitting on the beach
Listening to the sound of waves
And the music of seashells
That alleviate the warcrafts' sounds.
Inside the clear water
Feeling the immaculate heart of the sea,
Ruminating the purity of its thoughts
To run away from falsified truth
That humanity has a heart.
I'm enjoying the sunsets,
The golden sky reflected on the water surface
And silver clouds that draw the classical view
To eliminate the images of killed children
From my stuck mind and filled heart.
I'm counting the stars all the night
Waiting the new tranquil dawn
That brings the good wishes
To the shores of reality
That humanity wakes up again.
"O Sea"
O sea,
I'm a displaced Palestinian
Who resides on your wide beach
To flee from the human brutality.
O sea,
Please raise your voice and make your waves so rough
To cover the scene of the genocide and lessen to sounds of massive bombs.
O sea,
Humanity abandoned us
Homeless inside a tent
And your sand is our warm cuddle.
It's the darkest and heaviest days
I've witnessed in my life.
The earth shakes under our feet
And the sky is swamped with innocent souls.
Like the rooted mountains.
The sun will rise again
And the settlers will leave my stolen land.
The hideous and notorious occupation will end
And all free people around the world will celebrate
They'll gather in Palestine and the flags will wave and the sweets will be served.
“Butterfly Souls”
How delicate the souls of the killed children are!
They are flying like butterflies
Thousands during the war season
Fly from heaven to another
Over the hills of Palestine.
How soft the flesh of the slaughtered children is!
They were shredded easily
By the most immoral gangs
Who ran over their bodies
With their ponderous tanks.
They were targeted from a sniper was hidden like a rat
Occupying the stolen home.
They were attacked by warcrafts
During the quiet nights
And their sweet dreams.
And watered the sand with their pure blood
To grow again like flower seeds
To fill the atmosphere with the their fragrance
And to be an evidence on the massacre.
They were slaughtered
While they were coloring
In the notebooks
The map and flag of Palestine
But the notorious gangs
Turned their life to a brutal end
Mixed the colors with their pure blood
And stained the white sheet with your silence on the genocide .
"Hymns Of Peace"
Hymns of peace,
Gently spreading over the holy land,
Softly now, hear the mosque,
Calling the azha,
As a hymn of peace.
Marvel, church bells a-ringing,
Around the old city,
Rejoice in prayer
As a hymn of peace.
Behold, children flying kites,
Yonder over the mountains of north
Playfully yearning for freedom,
Olive trees cultivated by devoted farmers,
In their fields of green,
Giving hope to the coming generations,
Witness, freedom fighters raising the Palestinian flag,
Near the stolen bloodied borders,
Valiant in their sacrifice,
Listen, the sparrows joyfully chirp,
Singing over the flowering branches,
Tweaking their cheery melodies,
As a hymn of peace.
Let us draw together in fortitude,
Sing a song of freedom for Palestine,
Spreading love and peace,
As a hymn of peace.
"Old memories"
They destroyed the homes,
It's not just bricks
But homes protect the warm relations,
And unite the separated families.
And the corners of rooms
We miss our clothes
With their unique fragrance.
In the early morning with East breeze.
They killed the babies
Who were sleeping in the cradles of their mothers
They demolished the white walls
And wrote their savage slogans
As a proof of their sick mentality.
And made men cry
Then killed them in cold blood.
They devastated my area
Where are the streets,
Where are the homes,
Where are my neighbors?!
The little kittens were killed
And even the small flower in my balcony.
The scent of blood fills the place
They uprooted the old memories
They turned them into a pile of burnt ashes
To become black like their hideous ffaces
They erased the beautiful scenes
And replaced with chaotic ugly rubble
I only see holes in walls
Because of the severe shelling.
Corpses thrown in the roads
The ones who looked for some flour and water.
The black smoke comes out of the smashed windows
And prints the whole scene in our minds
As unforgettable and horrible memories.
“Nowhere to flee”
I tried to escape from the bleak bloodied nights
But the nightmare was sitting on my chest
It tied my hands with thick ropes
To escape from the cries of
And the hopelessness in my wife's sunken eyes
I was running as if in a daze
Lost in the emptiness of devastated streets
Sounds of explosions tore the sky all around
Breaking up by the sirens of beaten up ambulances
All of this made my heart beat rapidly
I escaped to that old Cafe
Inside the refugees' camp
Attempting to flee a never ending deathly scenery
Gazing upon the ashen faces of people
It seemed as though they all escaped like me
He was smoking heavily
His tears were falling on his cheeks
Every time one fell we could hear it
I barely saw his innocent face
He was smoking and staring into the nothingness of the remaing surrounds
He lost all his family
When the aggressor attacked their homes
Wanting to flee from such view
Only to find an old man
His hand was shivering
He was drinking a cup of coffee
He was wearing a worn out black jacket
But his aged wrinkled face told the entire story
He'd been living in a tent
As I turned my face away in an effort to escape from the Cafe
I saw a lady entering
With two children holding on Tightly to her dress and crying
To help feed her starving children
My heart was about to burst out
How can anyone endure the unendurable
Only one thing to do run away to the nowhere land
Where no place is safe.
