Poem of the Severe Corner Hair: Aidh Abdul latif Alrabai Jihad Manara We protect these homes … How many grandfathers do we have? They are the Lyouth, the Dhofara … We are the lion of men Illuminate a path … We will not betray vows We are holy pottery … And we went to the
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The poem “Stop your tears and withdraw, O Antara” For the Egyptian poet: Mustafa Al , Jazzar Definition of the poet: He is an Egyptian poet, Born in 1978, He holds a Bachelor of Arts – Department of Arabic Language, Editor of the newspaper “Asharq Al-Awsat” London, He is a reviewer at
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A poem that we are returning to the Palestinian poet Harun Hashem Rashid Poem: Returnees Returning We’re coming back. The borders will not be castles and fortresses Scream Oh displaced people We’re coming back. Returning home to the plains to the mountains Under the flags of pottery, jihad and struggle With blood, redemption,
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A poem from Jerusalem to Beirut Jerusalem to Beirut Beirut For the poem in your love The rest of the talk And pour roses With the blood of the Martyrs it is irrigated And greetings to the free from the Jerusalem of struggle A medal on the chest studded with dignity Sister
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Rags of rain Words: Aidh Abdul latif Alrabai ? The plant of goodness? nuggets, By the sword, Hearts rejoice, heals breasts; You go down and fill the earth. Green palm… Nadir… Ashma. Jumping… A good tree whose origin is fixed… Incomparable to originality. His branch is in the sky… ? Seismic? Dust nuggets. On the
The morning and the wounds A poem by the poet / Samir Attia And when he read from the Book of Travel: It was stated in Bab al-Sin and the chapter of the Raa that the sun will be snatched and the clouds will be stolen, And the palm trees are sold and the Nile
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The flood of sadness For the poet // Samir Attia And almost this night That it does not clear This limitation is almost Not to break This dam is almost That it is not filled with water, And this water that does not recede! When the morning shines! How to our sun To wake up?
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