Reader Ziauddin Mahmoud Abdul Rahim writes: Eid
I will write as if not larger
Years passed I do not remember
Perhaps age will bend
Perhaps the time here is listening
Did he repeat to the good life what happened?
Or deaf?
I get out of memory or mocked?
Is the Crescent harmful to come Eid
In the horizon they see from afar
I am the traveler in the boats
Sidi Abdel Rahim
I feel the steps
Mother arranged our joy
The good father guards us
Our eyes slept and his eyes permanently guarded
The dawn calls for joy in the souls
Everyone prays in the warm house and the mosque
Light pours over my eye
Vinner and Joanna introduce me
I still dive in my thoughts
And the year that he brought
A part of my body falls with him
The river is steeped in the anniversary
Reversing current
It recreates the faces of our childhood
On his page day and night
They were fishing
Harvesting new roads
The unknown lover racing his dreams
Is your window dark?
Or is the guard still behind the door?
Are you a pure mother or mirage?
The good father is still
Read our Quran guard me
And congratulates all neighbors
His eyes slept on joy
He woke up on the day of Eid
And the great grandfather and grandfather
Uncle and aunt
And Mohammed the son of the aunt
His shoulder still carries me
And expensive and unclean aunt
We have guarded their call for a while
Their eyes slept with joy
And correct on the day of Eid
Eid expenses are wasted
The dress is new
The door races its roads
Let me open to my friend Walid
His eyes slept on joy
He woke up on the day of Eid
Race towards the Games
And my friend Ahmad drives me
Towards grief
I keep resisting him and answer the door
And honors a guest with food and drink
His eyes slept on joy
He woke up on the day of Eid
The warm tears are falling
O memory of loved ones
I try to prevent him from being shot down
And the door lion
The celebration of the anniversary opens doors
Is enough tears behind the door
O our childhood time Where are the loved ones ?!
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