In the name of the Father, Gaza, and the six murdered brothers

They were to him as the sun was to the earth, when they reached his throne, he felt reassured.. But it is war; it takes the air from us, so the sobs are suffocated, and no time returns, and no crying restores.

They grew up between a ram and sadness, a vow, a long night, and a feast.

He remained on his way, plowing the mud, watering the fireflies from his spring, and he built a house other than that for the birds and the reassured down to dwell in, and a fiery bow might ascend, that might repel the flames from a light sleep, caressing him with a return to the country they had stolen, so he was like the refugees who sleep to dream of returning, and there are no promises and no threats.

Wars broke out, so he carried his grandchildren in his arms, and secluded himself under his trees, and called upon God to protect his children, and he choked a lot, because the waters of the seasons are blood, and the bread of the feast is the charcoal of porridge.

He would trot here and there, finding those who had been displaced in the paths, and he would weep over them! He remained in this state for ten thousand massacres on the way... dragging tents and some mattresses, and he kept praying. It would be okay if he died, but he did not want his children to die, for the heart of a father is fragile and cannot bear iron.

And they died! So what do we say and what do we add?

He stood up, prayed and saluted, then performed ablution again with dirt and said: To Him be praise in every situation and at all times. To You be praise, O Lord. You have honored me with a vast honor. For them is Paradise, eternal. This is a great reward. We will all go to the grave, no matter how old we are. The winner is he who wins both Paradises, so much praise. And I hope, O Lord, that I will not remain alone, so leave my little one, my only grandson, for me.

He said: Come, let us pray for them, for I am satisfied. So the men wept and the homeless man was terrified.

And when they finished and walked to the graves, the sound of their trees came from behind the rubble; rattling, like bereaved women over a dried corpse.

They have reached the hour of revelation, the eldest firstborn resembles his father in features and walk. He married him off twenty years ago, so he became his metaphorical brother in height, and laughs up to the molars. He loves stove tea, while he is on the field dam, facing the sky, and may return home alone in the afternoon, so the old father stays with the branch until the night lights up for him, then he prays the evening prayer and walks back.. In the courtyard they gather to play with him, before they go to the cradles, and he spends whatever is easy for them, until the butterflies fly from their tomorrow to schools, so the classroom is candy, a drawing book, and a happy face.

The second man works in his laboratory, analyzing the veins of the tired, and spends his days busy with bottles, until he married the most beautiful bottle that awakened his perfume, then brought him swings, so his chest expanded, until when the war broke out, he went to work as a backup doctor. He remained there in the heart of the clinic, day and night, and did not sleep, because they bombed everything, so only two rooms remained, for the emergency room and examination. He remained, and did not return to the house when they bombed it, so he flew away with everyone in it, I mean Al-Waleed and Umm Al-Waleed.

The third is the master of the waves and the fish, he knows the moods of the water and the wind, he rides his lantern, then goes far away to return, at sunrise full of his pulsating fish, and in mind a mermaid who tormented him, so he did not leave the flute, but wounded the sea with the Nahawand, and asked it about the barrier of tears and the return of youth, and the young man, behind its weeping waves, revolves and searches for a star in the distance.

The fourth one engraves the perishing cities on the soul, until their foundations are restored as they were created. So demolish as much as you can! He dug out the gate, the market, and the wall. He kept the minarets and the golden beach, and lined the houses with roses. Then he brought all the stars to pave the paths, and said: It has a moon that never sets, It will remain with all its weddings in Upper Egypt.

The fifth of his brothers is he who sings when the storms intensify, and sends the handkerchief of a lover to the galaxies, when they have lost their sun, or returns to her with hell, so that she seizes it on the right, and walks with it to the barricades, until when the fire blows, it throws its hellfire upon the soldiers, and returns, patting the fetus that will come, to cut off their roots once again.

The sixth is a calm moon, who knows God without words, and spends nights with his sheikh, or says to him: I am not like you. The obligations are nothing if my house remains under bitter siege. What are prayers if they are not a cry in existence? What is fasting, when people are hungry? What is the Hajj if the shackles remain on the hand? Does God care about people if they do not revolt against the tyrannical ruler, and do not send fire into the army? Be hell in the face of an invader's tank, and say: Here is Gaza of fire. Is there more!

And the seventh of them is a thousand thousand martyrs who have gone to paradise, but they did not die, and they remained on the balconies of heaven, and they left our land for the light, and left our skies for the anthem.