In memory of the martyr Rama Barghouth

When I entered the Martyrs’ graveyard in Tal Al-Nasr with her sister, only two men have volunteered to come along and help us bury our young and beloved Rama Barghouth.

Rama! See her off, her brother, and…her father could not…
Lay his eyes at the shining smile resting upon her face…her father could not…
As she bids farewell to this Earthly world… while her bleeding stop not…
Whisper, words of a pride into her ear,… her father could not…
(rest in peace my child, and heaven be your home, a gift from God)…

His only solace, a phone call to her sister, but see her, he could not…
Your sister, carefully wash, shroud and bury her, and do not…
Leave, until you assure she’s now resting in her grave… and in danger she is not…

For he, her father, is still under bombardment, and a way out there is not…
awaiting God the almighty’s,… grace for a chance out…

Here is Rama’s grave, …and in a hurry, it is not…
calling for the dead, gather here and gaze, gather around you lot…
she comes, from a time soaked with martyrs’ blood, … guilty? She is not…
a time that claimed the sweetest most magnificent fruits of this era, and merciful, it is not…

Many graves in the Martyrs cemetery, and closed they are not…
waiting for those who were chosen by Almighty God… live on, they would not…
waiting for those whose names, in history are put…
waiting for those resisting injustice in HOMS, … surrender, they will not…

Me, two men and her sister,… but five we are not,
Man at each end, her sister and I at her waist, and anyone else, there is not…
by the shroud we lower her, into the grave, …and not out…
a narrow tight dark grave,… it is not…

Forward I stepped, into the grave I went, … stop my tear, I could not…
pouring onto her shroud…dry? It was not…
lower her in her grave,…her brother could not…
recite prayers at her graveside,…her father could not…
send her off to the afterlife,… her family could not…

What has the world come to? … I know not…
What has befallen Homs?… I know not…

A male member of her close family, to bury her, … there is not…

I untied the bounds on her head, feet and midst,
I unveiled her face and less than a full moon, it was not…
I gazed upon the smile on her face, and scared I was not…
So I spoke to her, asked her, and hesitant I was not…
By God, would you be my emissary on Judgment Day… or would you not?..

O! Rama, if ever visited by the two angels,…please fear not…
Asking, who is your God, what is your faith, and who is his messenger,… please fear not…
Answer with pride, I am the daughter of Homs,… steadfast on God’s path, and fearful I am not…
My God is Allah, we struggled, and held ground for his word to prevail, … and retreat we did not…
My faith is Islam, and for it we struggled against the lot….
And my messenger is Mohammed (P.B.U.H), whom I wish to meet,… and ashamed I not…

Here lies Rama among the Martyrs,…and alive she is not…
Answering God’s calling, and the heavens’ yearning,… and let (letting) them down, she will not…
And so she met her Maker,… and afraid she was not…
And I hope she has drank from the heavens’ waters, and sad she is not…

Source: Ahmed k. al-Omari’s Facebook Page