Dear Palestine

January 8, 2010
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I walked the streets of Ramallah,
with little light shimmering upon the morning dew,
and yet my sweat rolls down my cheek,
a fire lets out devouring my screams.
"Yamma!" I wail for my mother to breathe,
so suddle and calm with Allah I believe.
A faint affirmation is yet to deceive,
a foreshadowing death I dreaded to see.
With my kufi I place upon her eyes,
her heart beating triumphantly.
An angel uplifts her soul from me,
proud she lies with dignity,
not defeated but merely free.
"La ilaha" she prays but ever so softly,
her last breath, my blessing yet frightening and lonely.
I am Palestine, akhooka, your brother,
and the earth beneath me is my flesh.
Before me I foresee a million deaths,
and behind me I fear a deadend.
Yet here I am alone but strong,
I am the green,
envious of the free,
I am the white,
stained of blood, but of bravery and purity.
I am the black,
protecting my sharaf, my dignity.
I am the red,
for the blood I shed is not for my country, but for all humanity,
and Palestine, I am,
I am humanity.

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Fayrouz This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Jun. 4, 2010 at 4:01 pm

this was a very beautiful peace and i swear it drips of emotion. it would be impossible to read this and not feel pain.

as for the language...don't feel the urge to make this rhyme. the rhyming doesn't get in the way...i especially liked the part "an angel uplifts her soul from me...." it's so true :)


keep writing and keep up the good work. and hopefully, in*sh*al*lah...Filistin will be free :)

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