The second cry: Mother’s breath falters and she says to her son: Don’t cry… I sacrifice for your life
The boy’s heart breaks with agony: Oh Lord, Oh Lord….Return me to her womb or to you, let us die together or let me die alone. My Lord, you willed to create me through her womb so that I grow up and see what I see…..Is it her blood or mine?
Woe unto me, my agony, my calamity
Oh my Lord, Your mercy. The West feels conscience stricken over dogs. But when it comes to US, it prolongs the period when we are slain and our fleshes are flayed, with their bullets not missing us.
Where is the nation of Laelaha Ellallah.? Where are the Arabs?
Mother, hold fast
It is not now (time of departure)
You were to prepare dinner for me
(Suddenly) the roar of fighter planes and explosions resound.
Everything is shaking.
The street gives out the odor of death and rubbles fly around, and bodies and shrapnel.
Where is the nation of Laelaha Ellallah?
Where are the Arabs?
Where are they?
The last cry: Voices no longer heard
And mercy came like a bullet.
One heart stopped and another got broken and burnt.
One soul hovering over jungles of blood,
And another one bled.
No one cares.
No world cares.
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