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 Sameih Al-Qasim Dear mother, it gives me great pain, To think that my days pass in vain; And when friends ask about me, you weep, Because I am thrown away, in a deep Dungeon that my enemies built for me, To curb my liberty and kill the free Fighters whose voice fills the land, And brightens tomorrow, reviving the sand. Yet, although I am caught, taken away, My cell shall soon see the light of day. Inside our prison, we continue the strife To bring about once more the wondrous life! Mother, our day of liberty shall come soon, When we shall neither weep nor swoon! |
Jan 6, 2010
A letter from prison
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