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قصيدة جاسم الي كتبها عن أمه وأبوه بعد خروجه من السجن وفاز فيها كأفضل قصيدة في ناشينوال جيوغرافيك:
In the old house,
Where things used to be loud,
Now just silent echoes,
Not a peep, not a squeak,
Or a sound.
I miss you, Dad,
Just winds of the past howling,
Songs and memories that didn't last,
Memories that make me at ease and calm.
I miss you, Mom,
Silhouettes of things that used to be;
On every corner, remnants of blurred images,
Happy, sad, sticking on me like blisters.
I miss you, sister.
In the old house, where there
Used to be a kingdom,
Built to withstand all times,
No matter how stormy the weather.
I miss you, brother.
Where lived a king and queen,
With their princesses and knights.
They fought together,
They fought happily,
They fought sadly,
They fought each other,
Through sunny mornings,
Through the darkest of times.
Here, where a story is forged,
Innocent and clear,
And here, where the story is scourged,
Charted and smeared.
I still remember the silly Sundays,
Morning fights
Over the small magic box
That brought us joy.
In every early morning,
Before our quest for school,
Yes, things were that simple,
Were that cool.
Or sometimes we fought over the
Remote before and after iftar,
Everyone had their own
TV show,
Everyone cheered for their favorite star.
It was as if the remote was the key to that kingdom, so we knew.
But time is a cruel, vicious enemy,
Walks by without saying hi,
He doesn't remember you,
And surely won't remember me.
Before we know, we fast grow,
And the bonds we slowly throw,
Burning our bridges,
Digging distance ditches,
As we start our journey,
Seeking dreams and riches.
Forsaking the old king,
Even though we are his kin,
Forsaking the queen,
The pillar on which we used to lean,
The pure loving hearts,
Graceful and clean.
I remember us growing,
And getting more demanding,
Uncaring, chaotic, unknowing,
That we are leaving soon,
On a lonely night, on a lonely moon,
Setting our feet outside the keep,
On a conquest of our own.
But here, where I stand, where I used to be a prince,
Now I feel like an unexpected guest,
Gracing the land with a visit,
Once a year at best.
Yet the old king smiles,
And the old queen,
Without her crown,
Without her jewels,
Welcomes me
With a shining grin,
That's gentle, not hostile.
They waited for my visit for quite a while,
The saffron milk she prepared is telling me,
I'm worth it, worth the while,
Because no matter how far I go, how long I stay away,
I'm still their lovely child.
That comes for a fast hello,
And a faster goodbye.
I ask myself why,
Why did she go to the trouble,
Of giving us life,
If she knows from
The beginning,
In the end,
We are the ones
Cutting her loose,
With our knives.
Weren't we your bundles of joy,
Sweet little girls, sweet little boys?
That overwhelming love,
That I couldn't comprehend,
Now I get it,
I understand.
The cycle restarts,
With every loving parent,
With every child,
With every beating heart.
Honestly, I should know,
Because I started a kingdom of my own.
Beaten up, wounded from my selfish journey,
Standing at the door,
I'm not so proud anymore,
I'm not proud, To say,
Mom, Dad, I'm home.
As I embrace my past,
And face my present,
I vow to cherish every moment,
To learn from my mistakes,
And mend the broken ties,
For life is too short,
And time never lies.
My kingdom waits for me,
A new story to unfold,
In the old house, I'll leave a part of me,
And carry with me tales untold.
With each generation,
The cycle renews,
A chance to grow,
To love, to choose.
So as I leave my parents' home,
With tears in my eyes,
I promise to be there,
For the laughter and the cries.
To never forget the love they've shown,
The sacrifices made,
For in their hearts, I've always known,
Their love will never fade.
In the paths we take,
Our paths, our ways,
We'll remember our beginnings,
And the love that stays
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