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By Yusra Al-Ayoubi

Nostalgic Poems

Give Me Another Day


The Black Moon

The happiness of Woman

The Martyr

The Map of the Upright Way

The Rape of Amytis

The Anger of the Rock

The Coming Time

The Liberator

The Merchants of Tadmur

The Flags of Pirates

The Silent Devil

The Heavy Inheritance

The Copper Idol

Piece After Piece

The Snow Puppet

The Soothsayers

The Spirit of the Age

Soldiers and Liberators

Why Nebuchad Nezzar!

The Map of the Upright Way

"People hope to set Imam in the battalion mute.

Guess belied them; no Imam but the mind,

Can give daily advice, no one can that confute."*


No Imam embittered by ancient conflicts,

Lost luster a thousand years,

Tarnished by pagan rites,

Can lead the offended hearts

By fits and starts

To dig graves for opponents,

Flaming up with rage for things elapsed,

Eluding the womb which gave them breath,

Neglecting the earth that witnessed their birth.


The eternal law for nation to survive

Is to be one, when catastrophes come,

When Liberty is threatened, when wealth is gone,

When civilization of 6 thousand years collapse,

Museums looted, libraries undone,

The historic memory is lost, to be forgotten,

Like savages to begin from a crown

Our progress, our hanging gardens, our hope

For better future of a world

Praying God, the only one.


Peace should not by faiths won

Neither democracy by military gun.

Peace with justice for all nations

Should reign by mind under the sun.

The Gorillas

Gorillas came from lairs unknown

Leaping to reach the unstable thrown.

Charred corpses hooking the arms

In peaceful sleep defying the arms.


Mothers, sisters and wives,

In rage are screaming their mishap,

Clapping their chests in great alarm.


Yesterday they shared their meals,

Now blood is oozing from their eyes,

To remember the throws of childbirth in their pain.


Piteous shrieks are heard in vain

Horizon glowered, lighting the unlighted eyes,

The pale faces of their darlings lay in peace

No longer they live in disgrace,

In voidless battles gripped with gory death

Wars were won with sword in hand

No valor, no strength is needed now.


Balls with teenager's hand

Suffice for victory over the sand

The will of resistance never can stand

The Dance of the victorious over the land.

Yusra Al Ayoubi                                                           Sunday, 3 May 2003

* Abul Ala'a Al Ma'arri (973-1057 A.D.): Famous Arab philosopher and poet.

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