المجلس الفلسطيني لكتب اليافعين

By Samar Mohammad

She is a mother of this universe A strong mother like an enduring olive A mother who brings up men who build generations She raises the flag of freedom She faces bullets, tanks, and aggression In a night which has become a title for martyrdom She says goodbye to a son or husband or father She is the mother of the martyr and the sister of the prisoner and the wife of the wounded She restores in her heart the breaths of pain and complaint She walks barefoot on the soil of the homeland She always comes up like the beams of the morning Like a sun hidden behind the mountain

She is a pure mother A wonderful flower A solid rock She is a mother who cannot be defeated or withered or silenced Behind the bars of the occupiers She is a warm heart She is the tune of the morning And the perfume of the evening She is the master of this universe She is a star in a dark sky She is the sun for every morning She is a homeland, a lifetime and a life She is the past and present and future