Maitha’ _______, 38
Where I Am From…
I am from peace and anxiety,
I am from the roar of the waterfall,
I am from the tramp of feet on the bridge.
On the other side of the bridge,
My grandmother was watching;
The vineyards, olive trees, hanoun and wildflowers.
From where am I?
From a deep sea that is calling
And saying, “I am with you.”
Why is my country stolen?
And the whole world is looking…
Why is childhood stolen from a boy?
And he cannot grow anymore?
He says, “I have the right to live in dignity.”
From where am I?
From the land of peace and prophets,
From a land of battles and poets.
A place where Jesus was born,
And Mohammad ascended,
From the grief of Toukan,
And the poetry of Darwish,
From the sweat of free people,
And the blood of the martyrs.