A new day to die
The ashes on the backyard flower/Makes a puzzle only a Gazan/Could easily figure.
The perennials
Another bomb explodes. Sharpnel flies. Another home collapses. Another martyr leaves without farewell.
I survived
Who are the strangers holding me? This is not my mother's smell, nor my father's.
Am I a witness
Israeli warplanes bombed Gaza in my dreams, but on Friday I realized this was not a dream.
My home
This place, where a wall can burst in, a table fly and spin, glass shatter faster than a flinch?
In the absence of peace
My heart fills with agony/but I will not lose hope/not after 21 years resisting/enduring hardships in Gaza.
Your eyes are poetry
In your eyes, the stars/Pierce my heart /Cutting through my hopes/Tearing them apart.
My shadow
It doesn't cry when I do/It just sits and listens to the symphony I play, entitled melancholy.