26 May, 2021
1
Ceasefire—looking towards your path, somewhere there the future of a flower.
It falls.
At the bottom night, gab flower trembling-trembling Quran falling in the yard
Between the date leaves, their morning in the madrasa.
In the concentration camp,
I also hear the tilawah of birds, hear the news of dead Palestine — in some ayat; someone's name may be stuck there, cluster of blood, ayat of a bullet pierced in some hard brain; oh martyr, brother of my morning!
2
The death of your remaining brothers may happen, I have seen on Al Jazeera the ruins of house number seventy-seven.
From the turret of ashes a few hands have come out as if,
Your children are suffering a lot in hunger!
Be flexible, or burst in rage at the news of death,
Meowa fruit you know in patience.
It will collapse only the pillars of your house, why you?
3
I did not feel surprised at anything,
Nor did I feel any sorrow anywhere.
Then why am I crying?
You can ask, of course.
I tell you—
I have not seen any such morning,
That morning in which the soil of Palestine did not cry!
One who does not cry seeing someone’s tears,
Such beast with face of demon;
Only one exists in the world — Netanyahu.
4
On cactus living thorns, knows the source of blood as leeches know the pores.
The trembling chest of your mother—
That trust has broken a few times only
Somewhere someone's body is blooming,
In the splinter of bomb the long sigh of belief.
Even after being resolved—
Israel understands weapons, understands the killing of fathers of children
Bomb also knows blood as cactus and leeches also search the source of hemoglobin.
You go to war— removing them throw the enemy's corpse on mother’s Golan land into the soil
When breath becomes heavy — take the smell of blood of a few children.
5
The Lord Who has glorified you, I am also His slave.
The One Who has taken everything from you, I am also His slave.
The One Who gives torment keeping you hungry, I am also His slave.
And in such world I am that unfortunate brother of yours;
That brother who cries beside the corpse of his brother; except being able to cry he has nothing special to do.
Jan 3
Jan 3, 2026 at 3:49 PM UTC
26 May, 2021
1
Ceasefire—looking towards your path, somewhere there the future of a flower.
It falls.
At the bottom night, gab flower trembling-trembling Quran falling in the yard
Between the date leaves, their morning in the madrasa.
In the concentration camp,
I also hear the tilawah of birds, hear the news of dead Palestine — in some ayat; someone's name may be stuck there, cluster of blood, ayat of a bullet pierced in some hard brain; oh martyr, brother of my morning!
2
The death of your remaining brothers may happen, I have seen on Al Jazeera the ruins of house number seventy-seven.
From the turret of ashes a few hands have come out as if,
Your children are suffering a lot in hunger!
Be flexible, or burst in rage at the news of death,
Meowa fruit you know in patience.
It will collapse only the pillars of your house, why you?
3
I did not feel surprised at anything,
Nor did I feel any sorrow anywhere.
Then why am I crying?
You can ask, of course.
I tell you—
I have not seen any such morning,
That morning in which the soil of Palestine did not cry!
One who does not cry seeing someone’s tears,
Such beast with face of demon;
Only one exists in the world — Netanyahu.
4
On cactus living thorns, knows the source of blood as leeches know the pores.
The trembling chest of your mother—
That trust has broken a few times only
Somewhere someone's body is blooming,
In the splinter of bomb the long sigh of belief.
Even after being resolved—
Israel understands weapons, understands the killing of fathers of children
Bomb also knows blood as cactus and leeches also search the source of hemoglobin.
You go to war— removing them throw the enemy's corpse on mother’s Golan land into the soil
When breath becomes heavy — take the smell of blood of a few children.
5
The Lord Who has glorified you, I am also His slave.
The One Who has taken everything from you, I am also His slave.
The One Who gives torment keeping you hungry, I am also His slave.
And in such world I am that unfortunate brother of yours;
That brother who cries beside the corpse of his brother; except being able to cry he has nothing special to do.
'Gab Flower' means Velvet apple flower. 'Tilawah' mean Recitation. Madrasa mean a college for Islamic instruction. Ayat= Verse. Meowa fruit= Sugar Apple.
