1:05 PM @mhmadalshaer11 Translation
There is no joy after you, no happiness.
They stripped you of your purity, Rafah.
Paradise - when we left you,
our feelings were slaughtered.
Our souls were exhausted,
and sadness overflowed within us.
Our eyes wept from exhaustion,
and my heart was wounded.
Nothing can save what remains
of the blood of the cup.
They drank it and thirsted,
and now, death is offered to me.
This transient world has donned
the garment of crime and has been exposed.
It has grown accustomed to our bleeding wounds,
and with our death, it has submitted.
“Be patient,” says our Lord,
for patience is followed by divine gifts.
Our destiny is in His knowledge,
and tomorrow, the truth will be revealed.
Perhaps our days will be blessed,
and our lives will know comfort and joy.
In waiting lies our hope - this is a message from the displaced.
The poet: Mohammed Alshaer 
