A poem by Abdel Hakim Atiya ( Algeria ) Translated by Sihem Hammouda (Tunisia ) Darkness and Mist Darkness me overwhelmed, Mist my cities shrouded, And sorrow in all roads … Continue reading Darkness and Mist
Wait Sir ! Don’t shoot !
I need to comb my tousled hair,
And wash my stainy face.
Oh !There is a hole in my shoe too
Wait sir ! I won’t be late ,
I am going to wear my father’s shoes,
They are as big as the gracious sky
But they fit because I walk like him,
My grand mother told me once .
Have you ever flown a paper plane,Sir ?
There is a hole in my paper plane,
Like the hole in my father’s skull .
Wait Sir, don’t shoot !
There on that lonely hill ,
I saw a flower this morning,
Do you think my mother will forgive me for
My dishelved clothes?
I didn’t know you’re coming for me .
oh ! I found a flower for your mother too!
You need to hurry up before it fades
Sir ,why are your eyes full of tears ?
Written by arabian roses
It’s the love for a childless land that kept a farmer alive.
It’s the love for honor that kept a wounded soldier alive.
It’s the love for health that kept the sick alive.
It’s the love for challenge that kept a mountaineer alive.
It’s the love for hope that kept the unfortunate alive.
Life has many crowns ,but they are all adorned with precious love.
Written by arabian roses.