Yowm Mashhoud | Ayman Al Atoum

I have been standing here for sixty years to return to myself... I knock on doors whose inhabitants are absent, and I walk in the paths whose people have gone, and I ask the faces that have changed, and I wait for the answers that have died, and I listen, perhaps I can hear the neighing of the blonde woman coming from a deep ravine, and what is the horse but her voice? Will it return to me that beloved voice that drowned in the sea of ​​the past? Standing and waiting for me... What misery is worse than waiting for the same person that he denied after a long loss...?! Here was my grandfather, here was my father, here was my mother .. Why did you not stay longer, why did you leave the orphan lover alone?!