She is a Mother above all Mothers
She is a Crown on determined souls
She is the flow of an Ocean in trouble
For her, many songs and from her many wails
and how many times she has burned from sighs
She suffered from her embryo
She cried when she gave birth
and when the martyr left this world and died
Who will inform her ?
Who will tell her?
Who will carry the ice-berg?
The congregation of people scared her
The jam pained her
The news began like a hot iron
"Your Son is hurt Mother"
Her voiced mixed with her tear
"Are you sure he is alive?"
" Your Son is bleeding Mother"
Mother's heart tells her
She made excuses that she hasn't lost him
"Your Son is a Hero Mother"
...

She cried her Loneliness
By God he was the only Son
Fate has come Mother
She cried and rejoiced to God
He asked for a Martyr, and he is martyred
Patience in God Mother
Give yourself Patience in God's Oness...

Ya'arob Rayyan - Palestinian Poet