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Author: Mahmoud Darwish
Views: 2384
Votes: 2

 

RECORD!!
I am an Arab
and my identity is number fifty
thousand
I have eight children
and the nineth
is coming in midsummer
Will you be angry ?

RECORD!!
I am an Arab
employed with fellow workers
at a quarry

I have eight children
to get them bread
garments
and books
from the rocks
I do not supplicate
at your doors
Nor do I belittle myself
at the footsteps of your chamber
So will you be angry ?

RECORD!!
I am an Arab
without a name - without a title
in a patient country
with people enraged
My roots
were entrenched before the birth of time
and before the opening of the eras
before the olive trees, a‎nd the
piness, and grass

My father
descends from the family of the plow
not from a priviliged class
And my grandfather
was a farmer
neither well-bred, nor well-born
And my house
is like a watchman's hut
made of branches and cane
This is my status
Does it satisfy you ?
I have a name but no title

 RECORD!!
I am an Arab
The color of my hair is black
The color of my eyes is brown
And my distinctive features
The headdress hatta wi'gal
And the hand is solid like a rock
My favorite meal
is olive oil and thyme
And my address

A village isolated and deserted
where the streets have no names
and the men work in the fields and quarries
They like socialism
Will you be angry ?

RECORD!!
I am an Arab
You have stolen the orchards
of my ancestors
and the land
which I cultivated
Along with my children
And you left us with those rocks
so will the State take them
as it has been said ?

Therefore!
Record on the top of the first page:
I do not hate man
Nor do I encroach
But if I become hungry
The usurper's flesh will be my food

Beware, beware of my hunger
and my anger!!

Last update: 10:45 AM Thursday, March 9, 2006

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