اقتلعوا قلبه من صدره، ألقوه عند قدمي أبيه، وقالوا له: "احمله قبل أن تلتهمه الكلاب."
كم من أب وقف يرتجف بين يديه بقايا طفله؟ كم من أم ضمت أشلاءً ظنّتها تكفي لحضن أخير؟
وما خفي أفظع... آلاف القصص، آلاف المجازر، صرخات ابتلعها الظلام، ودماء سالت حتى اعتادها التراب.
بأي وطن تتحدثون؟ أي أرض هذه التي صار هواؤها موتًا، وليلها مقبرة!
They tore his heart from his chest, flung it at his father’s feet, and sneered:"Hold him before the beasts tear him apart.”
How many fathers have stood trembling, holding the shattered remains of their children? How many mothers have clutched torn flesh, believing it was enough for one last embrace?
And what lurks in the shadows is even more monstrous—thousands of stories, thousands of massacres, screams swallowed by the void, blood spilled until the earth no longer remembers it was once sacred.
What homeland do you speak of? What kind of land turns its air into death and its nights into graves?
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