رب اشرح لي صدري ويسر لي أمري واحلل عقدة من لساني يفقهوا قولي

لأني أحمل الايمان والجرح الفلسطيني *** لأن غمائم الأفيون لم تخمد براكيني

لأني لم يكن الا جهاد الدار يكفيني *** أشرد في مناف الأرض أجلد في الزنازن

لأن القدس لي دار وأسوار وآثار *** أحب القدس ان الحب ايثار واصرار

وصوت حبيبتي في الأسر للأحرار اعصار *** يردد أرجعوا مجدا على ساحات حطين 

     

صفحات من سجل الحياة

 

السبت,أيار 31, 2008


A Farwell Party

Part three

   It's eight o'clock in the morning.It's

 a new day in Mira's life.She woke up

early -as usual-.she

got her breakfast: milk  and some juice

 with some cake.she is getting ready to

 leave.she got

dressed and rode her small car towards

her aunt's house.

    Her aunt lives fifty kilometers far

from Paris.

  In her way,Mira was thinking of her

 life :before and after her father's

death.She would never forget

when she received a call from the

French embassy in Jordan.The consul

told her that her father

and her two brothers - Djihad and

Raiid -died in a street accident in their

 way from Ezzarkaa to

Amman.

Her father is a Palestinian poet and

her mother is French.He met her in

France 35 years ago.He

was exiled by the Israeli government

because of his hostile opinions to the

Jewish settlement.

   Her mother was great.She had 

always been defending the Palestinian

rights,that was why her

father had respected her all his life.

   




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