أَنَا لَا أَتَكَلَّمُ لَكِنَّنِي أَتَأَلَّمُ

وَأَنَا أَسْمَعُ وَأَرَى
كَيْفَ تُزْهَقُ الْأَرْوَاحُ
وَكَيْفَ تُشَوَّهُ الْأَجْسَادُ
وَتُهْدَمُ الدِّيَارُ
وَتُسْفَكُ الدِّمَاءُ
وَتُغْتَالُ الْأَلْوَان.

أَنَا لَا أَتَكَلَّمُ لَكِنَّنِي أَتَأَلَّمُ
وَأَنَا أَسْمَعُ وَأَرَى
كَيْفَ تُصْبِحُ غَزَّةُ
مَذْبَحَةَ الْأَبْرِيَاءِ
مَقْبَرَةَ الْأَطْفَالِ
مَعْزُوفَةَ الْمَوْتِ
صَرْخَةَ الْيَتَامَى
وَكَيْفَ تُحْرَقُ الْقُلُوبُ
بِالنِّيرَان.

أَنَا لَا أَتَكَلَّمُ لَكِنَّنِي أَتَأَلَّمُ
وَأَنَا أَسْمَعُ وَأَرَى
كَيْفَ تُبَادُ الْفَرَاشَاتُ
وَكَيْفَ تُدَمَّرُ الْأَحْلَامُ
وَكَيْفَ تُسْرَقُ أَقْوَاسُ الْفَرَحِ
وَكَيْفَ يُصْبِحُ الْعَالَمُ
مُهَرِّجًا مُتَفَرِّجًا
عَلَى مَجَازِرِ غَزَّةَ
وَمُسَلْسَلَاتِ القَهْرِ
والْأَحْزَان.

أَنَا لَا أَتَكَلَّمُ لَكِنَّنِي أَتَأَلَّمُ
وَأَنَا أَسْمَعُ وَأَرَى
كَيْفَ يُنْتَهَكُ الْقَانُونُ
وَكَيْفَ يُدَاسُ الْحَقُّ
وَكَيْفَ يُهَانُ الْإِنْسَانُ
وَكَيْفَ يُزَوَّرُ التَّارِيخُ
وَيُصْبِحُ الْعَدْلُ
مُجَرَّدَ خُدْعَةٍ وَخِذْلَان.

أَنَا لَا أَتَكَلَّمُ لَكِنَّنِي أَتَأَلَّمُ
وَأَنَا أَسْمَعُ وَأَرَى
كَيْفَ يُولَدُ الْغَضَبُ
وَكَيْفَ يَنْتَفِضُ الضَّمِيرُ
وَكَيْفَ يُعْلَنُ الرَّفْضُ
وَكَيْفَ يُصْبِحُ الصَّمْتُ
خِيَانَةً وَعَارًا وَهَوَان.

أَنَا لَا أَتَكَلَّمُ لَكِنَّنِي أَتَأَلَّمُ
وَأَنَا أَسْمَعُ وَأَرَى
كَيْفَ تُكْتَبُ الْقَصَائِدُ
بِالدَّمِ وَالدُّمُوعِ،
وَكَيْفَ تُرْفَعُ الْأَكُفُّ
بِالصَّبْرِ وَالدُّعَاءِ
وَتُغَنَّى الْأَنَاشِيدُ
بِالْأَسَى وَالْأَشْجَان.

أَنَا لَا أَتَكَلَّمُ لَكِنَّنِي أَتَأَلَّمُ
وَأَنَا أَسْمَعُ وَأَرَى
كَيْفَ يُصْبِحُ الْأَمَلُ
هُوَ الصُّمُودُ..
وَهُوَ النَّصْرُ..
وَكَيْفَ تَبْقَى غَزَّةُ الْعِزَّةُ
شَاهِدَةً
عَلَى الظُّلْمِ وَالْعُدْوَانِ
معَ هذا،
تَبْقَى لِلْكَرَامَةِ عُنْوَان.

ريتا عودة /حيفا
13.4.2025

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I Do Not Speak, Yet I Suffer

I do not speak, yet I suffer,
And I hear and see,
How souls are taken,
How bodies are disfigured,
Homes are destroyed,
Blood is shed,
And colors are assassinated.

I do not speak, yet I suffer,
And I hear and see,
How Gaza becomes,
A slaughterhouse for the innocent,
A graveyard for children,
A symphony of death,
A cry of orphans,
And how hearts are burned,
With fire.

I do not speak, yet I suffer,
And I hear and see,
How butterflies are exterminated,
How dreams are shattered,
How rainbows of joy are stolen,
Hope is suffocated,
And how the world becomes,
A clown, a spectator,
To the massacres of Gaza,
And the series of oppression and sorrows.

I do not speak, yet I suffer,
And I hear and see,
How law is violated,
How right is trampled,
How humanity is humiliated,
How history is falsified,
And how justice becomes,
Just a deception and betrayal.

I do not speak, yet I suffer,
And I hear and see,
How anger is born,
How conscience revolts,
How rejection is declared,
And how silence becomes,
Treachery, shame, and humiliation.

I do not speak, yet I suffer,
And I hear and see,
How poems are written,
With blood and tears,
How hands are raised,
With patience and prayers,
And songs are sung,
With grief and sorrow.

I do not speak, yet I suffer,
And I hear and see,
How hope becomes,
Steadfastness...
And victory...
And how Gaza remains,
A witness,
To injustice and aggression,
Yet,
Dignity remains,
Its address.

Rita Odeh / Haifa
April 13, 2025

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للمزيد من الومضات والقصائد

https://youtube.com/shorts/bl7c6ftpMZ0?si=RvB1tUbVgkWLvIsC