الفراشة أيتها الفراشة لو أنك تساعديني و تقدمي لي أجنحتك الجميلة .. حتى أتنقل في كل مكان و لا أفتش على الحواجز أو أدفع ثمن الذهاب .. ما أجمل أن يكون لي جناح .. أحلق… Read More »روضة البنا ، الصف التاسع : ” الفراشة حق التنقل “
خاطبني بجماله ذاك القمر ذاك الجميل الذي يجلس متربعا على عرشه غنى لي بكلمات الجمال لا محال ، لا محال قلت : و الأسر ؟ قال : فاصبروا فذاك القيد سينكسر قلت : و الفقر… Read More »ميس الريم الفيومي ،الصف التاسع : ” خاطبني بجماله “
Oh pity the childhood in this grieving land, Oh tearful flower, withered in land of Palestine, Oh fragrant perfume, buried deep underground by a cursed oppressor, Uprooting innocence and stripping childhood in orchards, Besieging the… Read More »On the Siege – by Nesma Shabet, Year 9
His beauty spoke to me, That beautiful Moon; That handsome man seated crossed-legged on his throne Sang me the words of beauty, “There is no impossible”, he said, “there is no impossible” “How about the… Read More »His Beauty Spoke to me – By Mais Rim Fayyoumi, Year 9
My suffering … the sun is hiding, people are going their way A small kid walking in the dark the cold is freezing .. grief is on the way He has no Shelter, he is… Read More »My Suffering – By Israa Albanna, Year 9
Oh hunger Be kind on me Don’t sting me like scorpions do Spare me the poison’s pain Let me walk my life path With no illness or pain ******* Leave me alone , stop living… Read More »Oh Hunger – By Nada Adnan, Year 9
Something that plays In my mind It gets me concerned and keeps me thinking I think about it day and night How I wish it dies and let people live their life in happiness How… Read More »Hunger – By Rana Fayoumi , Year 9
I am the innocence amid the wars the miseries chasing me down the pathways I am a smile of weakness that surfaced to tell a dead love story I am the one whose screams have… Read More »I am the Innocence amid the Wars – By Mays EL-Reem, Year 9
Heaven, come to my rescue Rescue a child desperate for water And the land to yield food On our land so many are in sleep, but not alive And children holding on tight to their… Read More »Heaven, come to my rescue! – By Souja(saja) Abdou, Year 9
Oh the world! oh people! Are your hearts made of ice or what? The child is sitting on the roadside While you enjoy the luxury of your cars Did the ice around your hearts not… Read More »Poverty – By Radha Albanna, Year 9