الموقع الرسمي لثانوية الباسل للمتفوقين

Record ……
I am an Arab….
I have a name without a title…..
Patient in a country….
Where people are enraged….
My roots……
Where entrenched before the birth of time.
And before the opening of the eras….
Before the pines,and the olive trees…
And before grass grew…
My father……descends from the family of the plow….
Not from a privileged class
And grandfather ……..was a farmer
Neither well-bred, nor well born…..
Teach me the pride of the sun….
Before teaching me how to read….
And my house is like a watchman's hut….
Made of branches and cane….
Are you satisfied with my status….
I have a name without a title….

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 nothing for us…..
Except for these rocks…..
So will the state take them…..
As it has been said…..
There for…..
Record on the top of the first page….
I do not hate people……
No do I encroach……..
But if I become hungry….
The food usurpers flesh will be my food…
Be ware….
Be ware….
Of my hunger….
And my anger…

By:mahmoud darweesh