Fazza's Poems

16. Brother

Ahmed, the grandson of the family of pride and goodness,

His eyes teared out.

I said: "His tears express, what he can never express in words".

Even the finest poet, whose writings been quoted,

By the best other poets;

Sometimes his pen cannot describe some situations.

I swear Ahmed, if you would just know what's in my heart

It's full of sorrow that even if I wanted to hide,

How can I hide it??

My sorrow of losing Rashid, is my biggest sorrow;

And I ordered my eyes to honor the noble people

By crying over them.

I swear, if my tears would bring him back,

I would let all my tears out.

I cried until this sun, became darkness to my eyes.

If I would request anything from this mortal world

I would request to divide my lifetime in two (parts).

I would give Rashid half of my lifetime;

I would see him alive again and tell him

how precious he is to me and what is his rank in my heart.

I would tell him that he lives here (in my heart),

'till my last breath;

I would fight my sadness, by recalling our memories, his kindness
and defeat it.

I defeat my sorrow in front of people,

Who assume my heart is a rock,

And whenever I'm all alone, it burns me so bad.

I feel the burn, in every side of my heart;

I try to act with pride, but my soul surrendered to this pain.

I have a memory with him, in every country we visited

But now, after he's gone, it's painful memories.

To the one, who is proud to have lots of friends,

If he doesn't understand life yet, life will teach him a lesson.

A friend is dear indeed, but a brother is a total different story;

They are not on the same level.

Your friend, in a moment of anger,

Would show you the bad face of his;

He would forget about anything else

And would sell out your friendship with a cheap price,

No matter how much good you did to him.

But a brother, can't ever sell out your brotherhood

Because you were born with your love built in, in his heart.

He would get mad at you, but when you call him "oh brother",

He forgets about anything else and takes you in his arms.

Brotherhood relations would always fill him with love toward you.

The word " Brother " which comes out from my brother's mouth,

Is the best word that can ever come out of a mouth;

Because it comes from his heart, before it comes out of his mouth.

I wish this grave knows how great is the man we've just buried,

How great he was, when he was alive,

And how great he is, when he is dead.

Ahmed, there is nothing else that we can do,

But to pray in the prayer and say:

"Oh you most merciful on your worshipers,

Please, protect him from afterlife agony. "

Before he died, our soldiers sacrificed their lives,

To protect this country;

May Allah give us the strength to overcome this,

And may his soul rest in Peace

Originally translated by: Fazzannella