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The war will end.
The leaders will shake hands.
The old woman will keep waiting for her martyred son.
That child will wait for his heroic father.
That wife will wait for her beloved husband.
I don’t know who sold the homeland,
But I saw who paid the price.
–Mahmood Dawood Darwish
ستنتهي الحرب.
ويتصافح القادة.
وتبقى تلك العجوز تنتظر ولدها الشهيد.
وذلك الطفل ينتظر والده البطل.
وتلك الزوجة تنتظر زوجها الحبيب.
لا أعلم من باع الوطن
ولكنني رأيت من دفع الثمن...
– محمود داوود درويش
ŞİMDİ OKUDUĞUN
A numinous night
ŞiirWar stole the sky. The laughter The smiles The life And people ran away from it. Far from family, far from bombs Far, too, from the boy whose eyes had already seen too much. Now he walks in Beirut like a ghost in burrowed shoes. Memories of home bur...
