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)…

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