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Our destiny is to stay home
trapped in this siege…
We don’t stop to wipe the home’s tears, to bandage its wounds,
to comfort its heart from the madness explosions and shooting that didn’t stop
for ten days
A home is a soul,
and my soul is connected to my father's home.
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I don't know, what I may do with my mother's fears...
Bombs are hitting the boundaries of home,
I turned to her face to see something like an electric shock
caused her white hair to straighten up…
Military machines are howling next to our door
to find out if my mother's blood is frozen in her arteries…
Planes and tanks are shooting without mercy,
forcing the last birds to leave,
Only to find my mother's tears are frozen.
She remains silent…
Then suddenly says, “We are going to meet Mohammed soon.”
Ugly fear, stay away from my mother
And leave what is left in her safe.
Click here to find Outlook's 11 January 2025 issue 'War and Peace.'
