Dina Shehada

December 7, 2006 - Gaza
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She died

Everything about her is so special
You touch her hand and feel it's cold
As if it was a metal
Asking the lord
Please make her feel better
Those stunning eyes
Their gorgeous color
Look at them and feel her magic power
Let your hand run through her hair
You will know how it feels to touch the rainbow rain
In a magical hour

When you have your first look at her
You might think that she is so plain
But all the wounds on her body
Tell you how much she had to gain
All of that pain
Tells you that she is ready
To face the world again

Look one more time
You'll be fascinated by her smile
A smile that lets you hear the whispers of a butterfly
Saying
"Don't worry everything will return back to it's normal line
This misery won't stay for the rest of a lifetime"


Another thing whispers in my mind
"She is wearing white,
But she is not a bride"
What could she be?
Can you answer me?


I wont show you my eyes
To not think that this was a surprise
But still telling myself
Don't believe lies
My inner voice screams
Wake up from your dreams
Your daughter has gone to paradise
This cheerless smile
The lifeless eyes
Her messy hair with the braids
Everything tells you that this body is die

All of this makes me remember the moment when I lost her
The sound of the accursed missile
Under the rubble
Where I glimpsed her hair
When I held her and noticed
The bloody stain
Then me running in the lane
Asking you to save her
And now you are looking at me
Waiting for my brain
To realize the truth
And accept the pain
That your white coat failed to save her



Dina Shehada
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