Hashim Bashir
In the land of struggle,
I will wait you like a Sufi
Fallen tears from my eyes,
A voiceless screams,
Lost in the world of day dreams.
I am the mother
Who lost the son
In the mare of dreams.
Nights falls,
With the roar sound of bullets and pellets (thal thal)
I fight with them
As being insomnia.
Every knock at the door,
Fill my heart with a wish
Let it be you?
In the roads of curfew.
Every day,
Every mother prays,
5 times a day,
Let her children’s be safe!
Break free all the chains
Towards the freedom,
To reside in peace
In the occupied land of saints.
In the graves of nothingness,
Memories are buried,
Having different stories and myths,
Being un-told and un-written.
See the light of the day,
In the empthyness and darkness
My son?
To bring back light of freedom
To my eyes
In the light day,
Where do you fade away (my son)
Whom do I say?
Whom do I pray?
Hashim Bashir is a student.
