[align=center]i like to say happy Ramadhaan 4 all Muslims around the world n u guys ,, and a special happy Ramadhaan 4 our sisters and brothers in Palestine .. 4 them i wrote this poem just to send them a message that we didnt 4get them .. i call it Happy Ramathan .. itz like a dialogue between me and a palestenian kid .. who will lead the talk to the end.. .. i hope u like it
Happy Ramadan
A young soul standing
With a broken olive bough
Staring at the slaughtered dove
Under Jerusalem rainbow
Happy Ramadan, I uttered
As I shared with him the sigh
Praying to the hot red color
Which never gets dry
Giving me no face
Then a moment of pause
Picking a dusty stone
In the tiny palm arose
We both should fast
But one should be special
As the first one to be
The other is artificial
Another fast I want
As I’m fed up with mine
The moon steals the light
The sun gives to shine
To fast the death smell
And the tragedy blood sight
Raping the virgin land
And executing our right
Or my widow mother;
Fasting the saline tears
Coming down her lips..
With fears
Even the depressed land
Its abdomen full of graves
Dug for those martyrs;
Accused of being braves
While you’re done with meat
Licking bones
I forgot my meal
Accumulating stones
Allah Akbar cry
Penetrating the sky
Accompanied by f16 shout
You all must die
Just try mine
At least to feel me
Imprisoned Ramadan you’ll meet
Damn life this shouldn’t be
But honorably to guess
I think I like it this way
Under the jail window,
With pride I pray
Coz something easing me
I’m surrounded by holy eyes
Leading me the way
To God's gift; paradise
So indeed happy Ramadan,
I confess to have
Or it to have me
Wish you the same one to have [/align]
Happy Ramadan
A young soul standing
With a broken olive bough
Staring at the slaughtered dove
Under Jerusalem rainbow
Happy Ramadan, I uttered
As I shared with him the sigh
Praying to the hot red color
Which never gets dry
Giving me no face
Then a moment of pause
Picking a dusty stone
In the tiny palm arose
We both should fast
But one should be special
As the first one to be
The other is artificial
Another fast I want
As I’m fed up with mine
The moon steals the light
The sun gives to shine
To fast the death smell
And the tragedy blood sight
Raping the virgin land
And executing our right
Or my widow mother;
Fasting the saline tears
Coming down her lips..
With fears
Even the depressed land
Its abdomen full of graves
Dug for those martyrs;
Accused of being braves
While you’re done with meat
Licking bones
I forgot my meal
Accumulating stones
Allah Akbar cry
Penetrating the sky
Accompanied by f16 shout
You all must die
Just try mine
At least to feel me
Imprisoned Ramadan you’ll meet
Damn life this shouldn’t be
But honorably to guess
I think I like it this way
Under the jail window,
With pride I pray
Coz something easing me
I’m surrounded by holy eyes
Leading me the way
To God's gift; paradise
So indeed happy Ramadan,
I confess to have
Or it to have me
Wish you the same one to have [/align]
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