Poetry draining tears | Tebuireng Online

Under the Palestinian sky

With a hurry -the house fainted and shouted a child who lost a mother
There is a wind desire that carries verses from the sky
They looked up
unprotected
But still holding the hope of his own pulse

The sky is open like a wound
spilling a more concentrated night than death
But from there too
We send words that incarnate prayers
Passing the smoke and coals
sneaked between the bullets looking for the chest

yes rabb holding all wounds
Look at the Gaza who is never stopping
Look at the small hand that hugs the stone as a father
Look at the woman standing between the ruins
no longer ask why
But how to survive

This earth is a witness
that they are not dead in vain
Every martyr grows flowers from the soil that is doused with blood
Every cry is ablution to rise
And every prostration is the highest form of courage

So I prayed
not with the tongue but with the whole body
O Allah
Give them protecting from your sky
give them peaceful that cannot be stolen by missiles
Give them in the morning born from justice

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A story from the past

We used to be at the foot of history
Forgotten in the final column of the newspaper
We are a little named in the ledger
We are now opening our eyes
and the world must see

With a hand that was trembling holding back hunger
We explore the hope of dry land
with a voice that was choke because of fear
We are now screaming
not dangerous
But to say
We are there
We are humans

Today we are walking despite limping
unite the debris of self -esteem
We planted courage in our children’s chest
In order to grow a tree that is not easily uprooted

We know that this world is not friendly with the weak
But we also know
Truth has its own way to win
And we chose to stand
on the side that is not easy
But right

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Struggle in the middle of a storm

In the middle of an inflamed world
Among the explosions of opinions and weapons
We tried to step
Not as a hero
but as a human who wants to live in peace

This nation was once torn down by anger
by the greed disguised as a promise
We were dropped by our own hands
to fall down in a pool of noisy

But now we wake up
with full light eyes
not from city lights
but from the dream dream of the people who are not extinguished

We clean the dust from the history book
we reread the meaning of unity
We rewrite the rope
between the old and young
Between angry and forgiving

not simple
Because peace is a battlefield too
Not a weapons war
But against the ego
against our own amnesia

Our nation will advance
not with a foothold on the fallen one
But by carrying each other in a storm

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Writer: trough

Editor: Rara Zaryry