Yassin's Poems


I was congealed blood
In the womb of my mother
Because she had no food.
I was under the embargo

I was a small baby nursing
At my poor mother’s breast.
She gave me love but had no milk.

I grew up in a country
Ruled by a dictator.
We were poor, hungry…
What is the embargo for me?

Their force does not change my mind,
Help me to increase my Faith,
Make me stronger, more patient,
In my manner of struggling.


by Yassin Aref

January 6, 2008

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