my brother

And between the fragments of the dragon's flame

I found myself in the prisoner's space

What do I have to do with this dragon?

Doesn't he know that his fire increases longing?

And he might make me sad one day

For my departure from the land of the messengers

For my people who are called "tyrants"

I spent ten years

Persecuted among foreigners as if I were a criminal

And I wondered repeatedly about Palestine

Why did this heart remain sad?

Did Adam know from what clay

The prophets were created?

Another year passed

And the years passed

One after the other until I reached twenty

I cried until my tears filled with my obvious sadness

And I could no longer bear both

So sadness and this buried sadness began to bind me with a strong rope

And throw me into a sea of ​​humiliation

I did not know that my wound would be so severe

And that the walls of my prison would prevent me from seeing Palestine

And make me become with the detainees

As if I had committed a great sin and become one of the cursed

I alone violated the assumptions of the Arabs and Muslims

When I fled from the aggressors

And blew into my collar, I was no longer a prisoner

And sadness was no longer sad from me

Because I am now free with the fugitives

And I saw a bird in pain, groaning inside

I did not know that with its separation I would become with tears in my eyes

And this is certainty, for the people of Palestine

They themselves are the conquerors of the aggressors

Because I fled from Criminals

To be free with the revolutionaries