What I heard the most beautiful in my life It is the finest poems Palestinian tale of boy / poet: Ahmed Dahbour Because roses Aegerh killed Roses , Because the whisper do not exposes Sajn of all my secrets Thunder meat I am a Palestinian boy I am a boy, overlooking the plains of straw and mud Experienced dust, Duarha, and السهد In women اضحكني the imagination of our men in the cradle Me cry blood wasted in other fields Fights Khilna in Sindh and tea time tell about Palestine On that failed to rejoice I grew up, and changed me her stuff fell surgeon, Rababa فانبرت the تصدح Narrow country of God to the poor, the country God has wide bursting Caravan of merchants, villains and Alaoaba Ayamr Mr. Venkb, folks hunger and encumbrances? Atqzvhm It remains to serve us? So surf? Day grew up not forgive I swore بنومة martyrs wound Almhaha: will not forgive I am a Palestinian man I say to you: Wright in a valley الغضا the camel slaughtered Wright Arabian Knight asks crumb of Hittin do not succeed How your Lord forgive? I am a Palestinian man I say to you: I knew gentlemen poor And my family Gentlemen poor The hunger sharpens knife thousand And thousand sliver arose from exile call on me Arab strange face between the snow and the frying pan into the camps and your face Alaudhae a remote So how come back? Young flesh worship Hija will raise wound our نسكنه home Senlgm Dmana patient gunpowder Nchanh We do not escape us we make history We are hungry Taba Open hunger Evtne the Hungry we are and what we lose the poor? Subsistence camp? Our duty to you why the poor lose Ankhosr our hunger and constraint? I learn that this universe cares Baahazubaka not? You know that this universe bless maliciousness is I learned then? Weigel and inventory Tsina in all Almpayn To yield camps straw and mud I Arabfilstini I say has changed my tongue meat Thunder But no one ignorant of us after Hrguena since you light the dress of the Nativity And Aalghemna monsters jungle which sprout Desert men of flesh over the windy and sand adversity As night Gent lit الوجد The howl foxes They anoint you name Bchd Young Azmanm crisp without clothing Aihtmlon the cold night? Are their victory scoring? For and open نهارنا on minimum honorable and shining victory in roads, Alahia, because the stop will not fail and will not fail But no one ignorant of us after that stop will not fail Ahmed Dahbour ....... I hope that you like it my friends
Posted on: Tue, 25 Jun 2013 11:07:57 +0000
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