Mohamed Rahal, a poet, artist and heritage researcher from Algeria, a North African country, shares his poem

Mohammad Rahal is an academic, poet, and artist, heritage researcher, based in Tebessa, the capital city of Tébessa Province region of northeastern Algeria. He is Irish media ambassador, and has participated in various forums and festivals.

Littleness

We long for a beautiful past that will never return

The days of childhood are gone, they are gone

It’s past the time of my life. He asked me for a basket

 

Gone are the days of blessing, my dear one

He went with him when he was young

 

To think about childhood, it is a lot of fun for me

Liam then ironed the tambourine once

 

We think about my childhood before we turn around

My mother wrapped me in a bandana and a lock

 

It was covered with oil and wrapped around me

She breastfed milk from her breast

 

I laughed and saw that people were happy with me

Someone is playing with the shoes of a boy and a girl

 

I became aware of the raising of my beloved

The smell of carpets, dirt, and emptiness

 

I heard the senses saying to me

On my way, I lived like a villa

 

We call our elders, they always call me

We pray without ablution to pray

 

I grew up loving my family, Shiroli

Eid clothing is a must have for the party

 

A game with the Houma community

We played bass, zarbut and nahala

 

Small misery, so I rejoice in them all the time

Oh my family, we turned it and made it

 

We knocked on the door of neighbors, no, I didn’t say anything

We went out to the walls and stole the crops

 

We’ve been reading and they won’t tell me

Before the board, we walk in a hurry

 

We accept the guardianship of my family and they love me

I still have fear

 

The student is with Huma Baduli’s friends

When we see him, my tongue is afraid to slip

 

Years have passed for Liam Ghadouli

It has sweets for the ten friends

 

We brought it when my classes were long

Summer with fall and winter isolation

 

Today, see what time it tells me

Liam runs with the world and wears it out

 

My worries increased and my solutions were lost

I longed for us to go back to my childhood in oblivion

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