2011- 5- 12
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#5
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أكـاديـمـي فـعّـال
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رد: وأجب الانجليزي(( كتابه)) منال الخضر
وهذا شعر
Refugee
I was seven
On that gloomy day
We were to leave at gunpoint
But I couldn’t flee without my marbles
Under the fig tree
Buried under a rock
My secret place
They smelled like soil
I counted them
One,two,three
Mother, father and me
I left with my parents
And didn’t look back
I felt that my heart would *****
Years and years
Past and died
I visited places
Far and wide
But now as I brush my snowy hair
I ask my self
And wonder
Remember and ponder
I feel like a stranger
People think that I'm a danger
Oh how I wish
And how I pray
I was those marbles
How much were they?
Yes!
One,two,three
United with the ground
Mother father and me
Arabian Beauty
Behind her veil she is a queen
Covering her beauty
For she knows
That beauty isn’t precious
If it is easily obtained
Her black eyes gleaming in the twilight
The wind dancing through her silky hair
The desert is her paradise
Her hands embroidered with henna
Her enchanting voice echoing in the dunes
And in the sky is the moon
And yet beware of her craft
For every rose has a thorn
Truth Turmoil
Crying at the grave of your conscience
An eye that cannot see the truth is blind
Drowning in the inferno of the forgotten
An ear that cannot hear the roar of reality is deaf
Struggling to wake you from your eternal sleep
A mouth that cannot say the truth is voiceless
Sowing the seeds of hope for the innocent
A heart that doesn’t beat for others is lifeless
Maybe you'll realize everything once this night ends
When the silver moon sleeps
Or perhaps when I finish counting the stars
Cold Candles
Here I am
Enclosed in the sphere of my doubts
Shadows of the past haunting me
Crouching on the frosty floor of reality
Surrounded by cold candles
Breathing in the mist
The scent of death
Lingers in the air
I am the eternally forgotten
Dressed in the gown of my mortality
My frostbitten lips still trembling
Chanting the songs of my mystified childhood
Contemplating those who mortified my life
Those who clouded the truth with their lies
My savage spirit seeking the pleasure of vengeance
Winds of change stinging my skin
A luster of hope still sleeps in my eyes
And yet sorrow is my bliss
Despair is my hope
Weakness is my strength
This coldness is my warmth
And darkness is my light
Daughter of this Land
Did I ever tell you how beautiful you are?
Daughter of my land
Did I ever tell you that
I saw the sun
In the palm of you hand
And the dark side of the moon
In the black of your eyes
Did I ever tell you how beautiful you are?
Daughter of my land
Did I ever tell you that
I saw our anger and rage
In the clench of your fist
And the blood of our martyrs
In your scarlet lips
Did I ever tell you how beautiful you are?
Daughter of my land
Did I ever tell you that
I saw our swords
In the curve of your eyelash
And our pride
on your sun burnt brow
When sorrow is bliss
And pain is a kiss
I see beauty
I see you
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