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The Warmth of the Sidewalk

On a cold sidewalk, the little one slept,

Under the wing of a poor, sad, broken heart, 

A loving arm held him tightly,

Protecting him from the cruelty of cold, hunger, and so much death.

Sad eyes, with many tears in them,

As if they are a whisper came out from its silence, saying to fate:

"Take me, but let this child survive,

Let him live free, warm, without oppression."

But very unfortunately,

The world moves on, passes by, indifferent,

That here is an unseen pain,

So that the image may cry out in consciences and hearts:

"I am human, does no one hear me?"

Fady Bouaz 

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Saturday 17/5/2025

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دفء الرصيف

عَلَى رَصِيفٍ بَارِدٍ نَامَ الصَّغِيرْ،  

تَحْتَ جَنَاحِ قَلْبٍ مَكْسُورٍ، حَزِينٍ، فَقِيرْ.  

ذِرَاعٌ مِنْ حُبٍّ ضَمَّتْهُ بِقُوَّةٍ،  

تَحْمِيهِ مِنْ قَسْوَةِ البَرْدِ وَالجُوعِ وَالمَوْتِ الكَثِيرْ.  

عُيُونٌ حَزِينَةٌ، فِيهَا دُمُوعٌ كَثِيرَةٌ،  

كَأَنَّهَا هَمْسَةٌ خَرَجَتْ مِنْ صَمْتِهَا تَقُولُ لِلْقَدَرْ:  

"خُذْنِي، لَكِنْ دَعْ هَذَا الطِّفْلَ يَنْجُو،  

دَعْهُ يَعِيشُ حُرًّا، دَافِئًا، دُونَ قَهْرْ."  

لَكِنْ لِلْأَسَفِ الشَّدِيدِ،  

العَالَمُ يَسِيرُ، يَمْضِي، غَيْرَ مُبَالٍ،  

أَنَّ هُنَا وَجَعًا لَا يُرَى،  

لِكَيْ تَصْرُخَ الصُّورَةُ فِي الضَّمَائِرِ وَالقُلُوبْ:  

"أَنَا إِنْسَانٌ، أَلَا يَسْمَعُنِي أَحَدٌ؟"

فادي بوعز 

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السبت 17/5/2025