To the Murdered Children
We want them with us
all those children whose parts we are collecting now.
We won't reprimand them for a mistake in dictation
We will buy them many pencils, notebooks, colored button-shirts and dresses spinning during the school celebrations.
They have papers in class waiting for the first letter of their first line
They have seats in the schools
They have their turn in the line for the supermarket
They have candies on the shelf of the grocery store
And new clothes in the feast market
We want their fuss in the house yard
We won’t reprimand them for breaking a plate in the house saloon
We won’t yell at them for being careless
And for losing their ball
And for the theft of their slippers from the mosque라이브 바카라 door
We want them among us to play with the grandmothers’ houses
To ruin her furniture and break her teacup
We want them to cuddle in the aunts’ laps
And join the aunts in the wedding court
To dance
To make a dabka
To scream in the neighbourhood street
Let their screams break the trees’ branches
We want them among us
Death doesn’t take them
We want them in the house
In the street
In the market
In the library
In the park
And on the feast swings.
And in every corner of the country.
Don’t take them to death
We want them all
All as one body playing in the city!
(October / 2023)
My martyred friends
My martyred friends
My martyred brothers
My martyred children
My martyred beautiful girlfriends
My martyred nice neighbors
They are circulating your names
Writing it in front of me
Placing it on my eyes
Feeding it to my mouth
Hitting my chest with it
And placing it in my hand
I know you
I know you
They think I don’t know you because I’m not crying for you
But I carry you with me, martyr after martyr in my bags
And when we are rescued, if rescued,
You will wake up
And I will blow the bomb dust from your hair
And will march in your funeral
And will cry for you every time the raindrops
And every time the sea pulls over its hand
And every time the cities fall asleep
And every time the mothers scream for their children lost in the crowd.
Grief for you will stretch over all tables
And in all the school classes
And in the feast markets
And in all the rescue prayers
And in every lock of hair
And in all the skin pores.
Sleep now for us
Our excuse is your current absence
So excuse our swift mourning for you
And when it is over, you will wake up to witness our extensive grief, my dear martyred loved ones.
(October/2023)
Click here to find 바카라's 11 January 2025 issue 'War and Peace.'
