Cover my bare body, and bury me inside a tomb, then write on my shrine, an innocent woman killed, and the world witnessed my murder

Poet Ahmed Miqdad from Gaza city of Palestine has shared his poems

Poet Ahmed Miqdad is from Gaza city of Palestine. He is teacher and a poet and has published three poetic books and a short novel. His goal is to make the people around the world aware of Palestinian cause through his words.

Write on my shrine

Take my hand

And help me get out From under the debris.

Don’t forget my wife and children, they’re all under the heavy cement.

I heard their shouts while their bones were smashing.

 

Catch my rapidly beating heart

Squeeze it between your hands to make it stops fluttering

Let me die bravely

Because the loss eradicated my soul.

 

Wash my unclean face and hide it

The scorching ashes burnt my skin

And deformed my beautiful Palestinian features.

 

Cover my bare body

And bury me inside a tomb

Then write on my shrine

An innocent woman killed

And the world witnessed my murder.

 

Collect my dismembered parts in a black bag

And put it in front of my mother’s feet

Tell her to wash my blood with her running hot tears

To erase the shame of humanity.

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Scrivi sul mio santuario

Prendimi la mano

E aiutami a uscire da sotto le macerie.

Non dimenticare mia moglie e i miei figli, sono tutti sotto il pesante cemento.

Ho sentito le loro grida mentre le loro ossa si frantumavano.

 

Prendil mio cuore che batte velocemente

Stringilo tra le mani per farlo smettere di svolazzare

Lasciami morire con coraggio

Perché la perdita ha sradicato la mia anima.

 

Lava il mio volto impuro e nascondilo

Le ceneri cocenti hanno bruciato la  mia pelle

E deforma i miei bellissimi lineamenti palestinesi.

 

Copri il mio corpo nudo

E seppelliscimi in una tomba

Quin scrivi sul mio santuario

Una donna innocente uccisa

E il mondo è stato testimone del mio omicidio.

 

Raccogli le mie parti smembrate in una borsa nera

E mettilo davanti ai piedi di mia madre

Dille di lavare il mio sangue con le sue lacrime calde

Per cancellare la vergogna dell’umanità.

[Translated into Italian by Maria Miraglia)

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