المجلس الفلسطيني لكتب اليافعين

By Simar Mohammad (15 years)

In the curves of this universe a woman exists with pain in her soul And on her heart a lot of scars And in the darkness of the night she cries her share from the world And in the coldness of the winter she calls her God She sheds tears and breathes anger She calls on her God to feel secure or be close to him

She is an orphan deprived of her legacy Mistreated by those close to her and robbed of her money He is the brother of mercy she was taken from his heart What is the benefit of the money collected Her hands are stretched to the tribunal of the sky

She is small not yet fifteen In a night full of lights and noise They pulled her to the cage of marriage They danced and sang and distributed their sweets They left her in a cold room Looking for a mother Asking for deliverance from a life they imposed Looking for her doll and booklet and braid They tore it all or threw it or even burned it Hasn’t she endured coldness, hunger, poverty and desertion And in return oppression and mistreatment It is a revolution Yes a great revolution In the face of every oppressor and It is she, she the only revolutionary there