What Is This Persecution And Pain?

Forgive me!
In my book, I could not write on letter papers with colored flowers on the edges; growing among the sounds of bombs,
Learning blood red before colors
children's lives,
I could not write on colored pages …
While growing in bloody soils;
To die not to live,
They learned to grow flowers in the tomb instead of painting flowers …
When making toys from bullet casings,
Cruel cradles make graves …
Those tiny eyes see tears every morning on their mothers cheeks …
As their father died behind bars,
They waited for their father as if they were waiting for their death …
Now they want to hear adhan, not a bomb sound,
He wants a prayer rug, not a bloody shirt,
I WANT WATER, NOT BLOOD …
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They are happiness, sun, hope, dreams
They postpone the festivities that he did not live for the apocalypse.
Fear is brutal from that hard day …
That day; In this lie world, little puppies whose cradle you made from the tomb,
The tiny bodies you brutally killed while your mother was in her womb will ask you for an account …
While ignoring the adhan voice,
They want your adhan.
Although we cannot find congregations for masjids, their masjids are bombed …
While they wake up in the morning with the sound of adhan, they wake up with the sounds of bombs …
While seeing death as salvation
We made a mockery …
As we grow up with our mom's lullabies
They grow up with the sad tears of their mothers …
What is this persecution?
What is this pain?
Don't worry, O Palestinian brother!
Don't worry, O Gaza brother!
Don't worry, my Muslim brother …
You will not lose hope, brother;
Vuslat is close …

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