Albint_Almuslima
Im Proud 2 B Me!
The will
After the shooting of 4 months old baby Iman Hijjo, I heard a poem on one of the Arabic satellite channels, I drafted a general rough translation, and this poem was the result.
Iman... a baby with a tiny tender body
So soft and pure
A smile ever so beautiful
A gentle touch... delightful face
Big brown eyes
A baby… a baby with feelings ever so strong
You saw those who raped your homeland
Just before you were shot by Zionist … occupiers
With a bullet in your heart
Depriving you of your mum’s sight
It’s ok, it’s ok sweet heart
Heaven is wonderful
Heaven is wonderful and it suits you!
A princess so smart
The pain... the blood... the deep wound
Couldn’t wipe away your gorgeous smile
They gently wrapped her soft body
With a flag of Palestine
A white lacey veil hugged her hair
Iman the bride of Palestine!!
Surrounded with clouds of love
Carried over passionate shoulders
Iman flew over their heads
She saw her mum crying
She cried with a loud voice: mama
Mama, sweet heart don’t cry
Don’t cry!
Don’t cry my open wound
Don’t cry the slaughtered child
Don’t cry my running blood
You are not alone
The stones of my country
The trees of my country
Will speak to you
Mama, bring to life little children
Don’t say they’re only young
A tiny spark... a tiny spark
Can make fires burning with flames
To grow strong they need strength
Lots of love and heaps of stones
With the call of "God is the Greatest"
Most Kind... Most Just... Supremely Devine
The flag of Zion will fall down
And up will fly the flag of Palestine
Their oppression have no chance in the land of purity
Their evil deeds cannot survive
The Holy Land will be free again
A glad tiding from a Glorious Lord
Mama, wipe your tears away
Show me your beautiful smile
My death is only a gateway to Heaven
Next to my Lord
Welcomed by angels
Immersed in springs of love and joy
Mama, if they killed millions we will gladly die
We will die mama for Palestine to survive
After the shooting of 4 months old baby Iman Hijjo, I heard a poem on one of the Arabic satellite channels, I drafted a general rough translation, and this poem was the result.
Iman... a baby with a tiny tender body
So soft and pure
A smile ever so beautiful
A gentle touch... delightful face
Big brown eyes
A baby… a baby with feelings ever so strong
You saw those who raped your homeland
Just before you were shot by Zionist … occupiers
With a bullet in your heart
Depriving you of your mum’s sight
It’s ok, it’s ok sweet heart
Heaven is wonderful
Heaven is wonderful and it suits you!
A princess so smart
The pain... the blood... the deep wound
Couldn’t wipe away your gorgeous smile
They gently wrapped her soft body
With a flag of Palestine
A white lacey veil hugged her hair
Iman the bride of Palestine!!
Surrounded with clouds of love
Carried over passionate shoulders
Iman flew over their heads
She saw her mum crying
She cried with a loud voice: mama
Mama, sweet heart don’t cry
Don’t cry!
Don’t cry my open wound
Don’t cry the slaughtered child
Don’t cry my running blood
You are not alone
The stones of my country
The trees of my country
Will speak to you
Mama, bring to life little children
Don’t say they’re only young
A tiny spark... a tiny spark
Can make fires burning with flames
To grow strong they need strength
Lots of love and heaps of stones
With the call of "God is the Greatest"
Most Kind... Most Just... Supremely Devine
The flag of Zion will fall down
And up will fly the flag of Palestine
Their oppression have no chance in the land of purity
Their evil deeds cannot survive
The Holy Land will be free again
A glad tiding from a Glorious Lord
Mama, wipe your tears away
Show me your beautiful smile
My death is only a gateway to Heaven
Next to my Lord
Welcomed by angels
Immersed in springs of love and joy
Mama, if they killed millions we will gladly die
We will die mama for Palestine to survive