الثلاثاء، 8 نوفمبر 2016

Receipt in the morgue. . . !



The palm of my father stuck using prayer beads: serve me in the male and swinging 
Abu Abed Rabbo simple: and visits to other shrines 
mentioned when my father usually: and amusement in his doctrine Mqbhh 
Dad slave his heart how it seemed: it is estimated that some ugliness Egerha!

Ruba boys ' and girls ' watchful eye. 
Every morning was still starts in pursuit ends 
after the tenth solutions. 
And riding the train with the sunrise the morning 
of (milk) to a forest called the (Cairo). 
Dad simple. 
Do you think he knew resident Tahra Palace? !


In free my father did not have a fan: and his hand stuck using prayer beads 
and shake the train in his memoirs: he has moved joyful dreams 
dreamed Ballester for his sons: and the dream has become a theater 
dream of a pilgrimage, even once , : longs in the draw to win it

Smoking cigarettes and did not know. 
Conscience reduces the lights in the consciences. 
Zakat did not accept when winter clothing 
or due to his compassion. 
What concubines graves from cemeteries. 

Fate graves for charity. 
And burnt bodies. 
Dad pacifist who has not committed a minor in his life. !


Tune dad. Crying that Osdha: his palm and messing using prayer beads 
like and purity in his face: like an angel without wings! 
And shake when the train still: and the dream in his eyes is precisely what 
if you know that late: he did not stop all the tears that Osvha
And a phone rang when our neighbor has ominous news. 
Dad simple. His inevitable fate has come. 
What dreams achieved despite the pursuit 
but had lived and then died Kmahrom. 
I ran toward my father , who called today to the late. !


Speeches in the eyes of the Ovdha: Dad here? In this massacre? 
Where is my father? He replied light - hearted: that the "receipt" in the morgue! 
Paste body parts have been collected: Toda beyond the capacity of gapping 
took what I knew of my father: his arm. Stuck using prayer beads!


Hair: Abdul Rahman Yusuf 

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