RE: The Zionist Regime Has 350 Palestinian Children Illegally Incarcerated in Their Jails
When your houses are torn down by a bulldozer with a roaring roar, the sand and bricks of my bedroom wall are strewn in my yard, dripping red and red with bloody dust.
When the extent of your orange and apple plantations is folded as big as a handkerchief and then in Tel Aviv is included in the file of agrarian office cabinets, like coconut groves and manggaku trees in the equator, which they seized.
When their first gecko and keroaki like underground reptile behavior and the shoes of soldiers menginjaki pedestal of us all, seemed to collapse the floor board surau where I was a child learned tajwid Al-Qur'an 40 years ago, under it there is a fish pond that water the mountain is bluish bluish now ditetesi airmataku.
Palestine, how can I forget you
When young children in Gaza dozens of years age, responding to the barrel of steel with free stones, then the wrists and arms, who do not scream like our Indonesian children are oppressed them - but watch their broken bones will intertwine and stretch out a very long chain, twisting their opponent's neck, dragging the body of the unjust to hell, An Naar.
When I read the poems of Fadwa Tuqan, Samir Al-Qassem, Aaron Hashim Rashid, Jabra Ibrahim Jabra, Nizar Qabbani and so on read out at the Jakarta Arts Center, our hearts beat two times more intensively then slashed by your bamboo sorrow, our blood to top then dripping calligraphy strokes
'Allahu Akbar!' And 'Free Palestine!'
When an unnamed 1000-ton a week produces a lie, spread it to print and electronics, tear up refugee tents in the wilderness, stun the resolutions of the world's honorable assemblies, slaughter the Shabra and Shatila, stalk Yasser Arafat and all the warriors of your country , I cried out to the preacher and the world prayer imam of the world: pray collectively with the whole and every fighter who walks his path, who is shot at and now in prison, then we firmly read 'laquwwatta illa bi-Llah!'
Palestine, how can I forget you
My land is far away, measured by miles, thousands
But the aqan of Aqsa Mosque is melodious
It sounded in my ears.
Yasser Arafat IS FROM EGYPT.. PLO and HAMAS are gangsters who have lined their own pockets and never focused on peace. Ughhhh.. why do I even bother.