Translated by : Hawa Said Yassif


Griefs of the beginnings


My grand mother 
Was making friendship tea 
For the people of the tribe
So their characters will last
While expectation flowed 
With the sand of clocks


On the Persian carpet 
That has deep paintings
In familiar black 
And embossed yellow
My father was reading 
Wisdom episodes constantly
In each episode, a prayer 
And his eyes full of tears


Yesterday my blind grandfather
Saw the truth
In his dream 
He told me:
I saw you 
Your legs drowned in mud
If you reach your hand to me
You shall survive
And if you look down
You shall die
I said :
And if you let me down
Then he left
And never returns



When labor attacked my mother
She walked away
 From the palm trees
She shocked my trunk
And the griefs fell down
She said:
Will I have more griefs 
While I who times got used to my pain ?
I said:
Its destiny that lost its way
On purpose
It came to you and me
And held my arms  

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