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“We are not numbers”

We are not numbers,

We are the stars

In the dark sky,

That lead to the straight path.

We are not numbers,

We are the moon

During the bleak nights

That lights the dark world.

We are not numbers,

We are the olive tree

That lives in the barren dessert

Which gives light and fire

To burn the oppressors.

We are not numbers,

We are the Kuffeyia

Which decorates the shoulders

Of rebels and patriots.

We are not numbers,

We are the martyrs

Who irrigate land with blood

To liberate the stolen land.

We are not numbers,

We are justice

To the oppressed

In the time of prejudice.

We are not numbers,

We are the curse

That chases the occupiers

Who have settled Palestine.

We are not number,

But we are the difficult number

That none can divide or subtract.

We are Palestine.

β€œThe White Visitor”

You start the year

with your white snow,

your white color refers

to the purity and optimism

with hope to bring

peace, love,

quietness and stability.

You have come as a guest,

you are a very quick visitor

that brings presents and gifts

and the most important

you cover the land

with your bright snow

that buries the miseries and suffering.

Erases the red blood

that was blended with sands

Β which hides the shredded bodies

over the Palestinian lands

which witness the crimes.

Removes the fragrant scent

of the beloved ones,

because of your frozen air,

and heals the broken hearts,

with your white bandage.

You are so beautiful,

when your snow

covers the branches of olives

and turns the Yellow Dome

into a white one.

I know your white heart,

so compassionate and sympathetic,

especially to the homeless

who seek shelter in tents.

Please, make your snow

as their cozy beds,

and your bitter coldness

as their warm covers.

Their land was stolen,

their trees were cut down

and their children are suffering

please, keep them warm.