Mama, habibti mama
When you hold me in your arms
Don't you cry
Hold your tears, show me your smile
Where I am now, there are no bombs
No bullets shooting, no guns
No more fear and no more pain
All quiet and serene
Mama, habibti mama
When you search where my room once was
If you find my Eid dress
Never to be worn, for I am gone
Don't be sad, for I am really fine
When you kiss my favourite pink shoes
Don't cry, the stains on them
My shoes in heaven are rainbow and clean
I can put them on all by myself, now
Then I jump, I float and fly
Mama, habibti mama
If you find baba, when dust and smoke settles down
Tell him not to cry
Hold his hand and say: "your daughter is fine"
Her translucent wings are made of stars
Her dress has no blood stains, no more
Silk with sparkles, her favourite colours, pink, lilac and azure
Mama, habibti mama
When someone gives you my baby brother's shoes
Don't let your tears run down
In Heaven he runs, joyous, all smiles
No more fear and no more pain
All quiet and serene
He holds my hand as we hover around
The Throne of the Most Loving Most Kind
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Palestine
PoetryHere,where the hills slope before the sunset and the chasm of time near gardens whose shades have been cast aside, we do what prisoners do we do what the jobless do, we saw HOPE. A bunch of poems about our beloved Palestine.
