The moon lights when I see you
The stars sing a sing of love
I dance with the melody of love

They dyed the earth with their pure blood,
They watered it until the watering reached its end,
They crafted glory with their steadfast hands,
They sacrificed themselves for the sake of life.

O martyrs of the noble homeland,
We will never forget you in every moment,
One day, Al-Aqsa will return,
And victory banners will flutter above it.

We will march as soldiers, watering the land with our blood,
And raise the banner of justice in every field,
We will not submit to injustice, we will not bend,
We will write history with our blood.

Our land, we will not abandon, no matter how time may pass,
Our strength lies in our unity and determination,
We will achieve the dream, and restore glory to our homelands,
With our faith and sincerity of intentions,
We will live in freedom and shape the future with our hands.

Free Palestine! We will prevail,
And revive hope in every heart,
Until the sun rises every day,
And life returns in all its splendor and radiance.
death for the colonizer
Survival for Palestine

The noon's greygolden meshes make
All night a veil,
The shorelamps in the sleeping lake
Laburnum tendrils trail.

The sly reeds whisper to the night
A name-- her name-
And all my soul is a delight,
A swoon of shame

#Edgar Allan Poe

It seems that they want to **** us
Displace us
Maybe
Thought
it's ou homeland
We are pushed away
There is not other way
To
Take our homeland
Now
They're cutting our heads
But we are still living in this land
Watering it with ours souls and blood
P
Is for
Pelastine
P
Is for peace  
Last
Is part from
Pelastine
I will
Write for you
My last line

Hello Pelastine!

What do we grow !
We grow pain
We grow tiredness
We grow negative vibes
We grow selfishness
That's what we grow
That's what we grow
What do we grow !
We grow  hate
We grow envy
We grow manipulation
We grow injustice
We grow arrogance
We grow death
We grow occupation
That's what we grow
That's what we grow
What do we grow!

The moon is blue.
It was never blue like that
The stars are falling
They were never falling before
Red flags are everywhere
They were never there

The story which started
Will never end

Birds are singing a song
They never sang it before
The moon is blue
It was never blue before
The moon is blue
It was never blue like that

Leave
Your
motherland
Become
A
refugee
The
Jew
Does
Not
Have
A
Land
They
Only
Took
Your
Land
Leave
The
Jew
Does
Not
Have
An
Identify
He
Will
Steal
Yours .
Don't
Leave
Live or die
Free
Pelastine

It's Empty
Fully empty
Full of corpses
It's  sad
People are dead
It's hard
Kids are dead
One, two three or more
Hundreds they said
It's mad
Fully mad
No one cares
It's not their land
They fight
For what
Freedom
That's harsh
It's read
The colour of blood

The War killed our children
Though destroyed our houses
Homeless we are!
We live in our  Motherland
Now our Motherland lives within us
They destroyed our happiness
Invalided our houses
Killed our calmness
In the promised land
We become storangers in our land
They said, it's their country!
How and they didn't have any country!
They came from different lands
Settled  our lands!
They now call it homeland!
They didn't have any background
Strangers in our land !
There was a child in this land
Homeless he becomes
All his family died
Now, their spirits live there!
There was once a thief
Entered our land!
This thief stole our  this land !
He called it Canaan !

My pen becomes dry  
My heart is empty
my feelings are cold
clouds are everywhere  
Rain is in my heart  
lays down
My eyes are open, I can't see  
Pain is there, I can't feel
Empty  
Empty
That is all

I remember her smile
A sky reflected in the ocean
Blue, bright, and shine
I remember her smile
Far away
A scene cashed from the past

Tell those who come across my land
You will never own it
The fertility of the land   will never be touched by your ***** hands
Free and wild, black, white, green, and red  
All the full want to own YOU  
Yet, YOU only belong to Me
If they  tried to harass You
Their  hands will be cut
You should know
I am mad of her  love
She is Mine. Mine. Mine.

She writes  
Her world is a poem  
Her dream is a poet  
She writes  
Her words hit like a sword
Her feelings seems like a song
She writes
life is an elegy
poetry is an  eulogizer

To the world of gloominess that is dominant
she wants to flourish, to live like a foolish
To the world of depression which is the profession
She wants to vanish, to live is not  garish
To the world of anxiety surrounding her society
She wants to fly, to touch the sky
To the world of madness where  she is the  goodness
She wants to change, not to be an insane

When moonlight  coves the earth,
Life becomes beautiful
It gives her hope,
Clears her Darkness,
Ends her Soreness

Limits her Distress- making her a mistress-

Finishes   her Infelicity
Kills her  Anxiety

A sudden hit of Sadness,
she suffers from Madness  
A knock on the Brain,
She becomes insane.
A wave of madness,
she drowns  in Sadness!

A hit of anxiety,
She is killed by her society
A sudden hit  of illusion,
She lives in a psychological delusion

My world is different from yours Sir!  
In my world,
There is  ghosts , fairytale, magic, and fantasy .
Imagination is dominating there -Sir-
Yet,
In your world,
There is nothing but darkness, anxiety, and depression
Loneliness is dominating there  -Sir-

When we meet,
My world vanishes slowly
-Darkness coves the Light  -
Your are Darkening my world Sir!  
We are two  opposites -Sir -
Darkness
and
Light

This gloomy night makes me wonder, 
what is the assemblage between the moon and you!  
It shares many common things with you!
Its beauty, its attractiveness, and its Shinness
And also my administration!
Every night, I think of the moon, and also of you!  
What an assemblage! 
Both the moon and You can affect me

أمواج الليل تغمرني  
تقص عليا  أساطير  الأولين
تبوح باسرارها الرنانة  
تتلو عليا ألحانها العذبة  
!
راحت تغمرني حتى غدت مني و فيا  
صرنا مزيجا  متراكما كتراكم الحنين بعد الفراق !
تهجوني،  
تحدثني في صمت  
تخبرني أن بعد العسر يسرا

Love has no seasons
It comes suddenly  
At night, two hearts  are hanging
The sky, the winds and the breezes are still reminding me of you
The bird, when they fly - I remember you sir !
Far around the stars , a story of love
is going to rise.

Trapped between silence and speech
Words can be dangerous
Silence might be a ******  
Poetry is a way out;
It says a lot.
At the same time, it says nothing
It's  silent- a sea before the storm ,
a volcano that can explore at any time-
It speaks, and it tells a  story
where verses, lines, rhymes,  tunes... are the main characters in her story .

I see ghost hunting my brain
I am lost,
Between the double,
There where  lives the Devil .
Hidden in that room- the mind-,
Some voices are calling;
They want to purify the sinful soul,
They want to ****  the damaged soul
Take it off from this  fool

Deep and Dark
like the ocean  
Harsh and hard  
As  the storm
Precious and strong
-A piece of jeweller

She is a star
I like her smile
She is the sun
Every morning, she shine
She is the moon  
I like her lights shinning at night
Mom your my moon and my star