I have a name without a title write down i am an arab

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I have a name without a title! Write down! I am an Arab You have stolen the orchards of my ancestors And the land which I cultivated Along with my children And you left nothing for us Except for these rocks.. So will the State take them As it has been said?! Therefore! Write down on the top of the first page: I do not hate poeple Nor do I encroach But if I become hungry The usurper's flesh will be my food Beware.. Beware.. Of my hunger And my anger! Nizar Qabbani, 1977 Beirut, Mistress of the World We confess before the One God That we were envious of you Your beauty hurt us We now confess That we've mistreated and misunderstood you We had no mercy for you and And we had no excuse when we destroyed you We offered you a dagger instead of flowers! We confess before the Fair God That we have injured you, alas; we tortured you That we vexed you and made you cry We burdened you with our endless troubles O Beirut The world without you is not enough We now realize that your roots are sown deep inside us, We now realize the offence we've perpetrated Rise Beirut, from under the rubble
Like the flowers of the almond tree in April Get over your sorrow Since rebirth is born from the wounds of grief Rise to honour Lebanon’s forests Rise to honour Lebanon’s rivers Rise to honour humanity! Rise, O Beirut! KAHLIL GIBRAN 1921 “You talk when you cease to be at peace with your thoughts.” ― Kahlil Gibran, The Prophet “Let there be spaces in your togetherness, And let the winds of the heavens dance between you. Love one another but make not a bond of love: Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls. Fill each other's cup but drink not from one cup. Give one another of your bread but eat not from the same loaf. Sing and dance together and be joyous, but let each one of you be alone, Even as the strings of a lute are alone though they quiver with the same music. Give your hearts, but not into each other's keeping. For only the hand of Life can contain your hearts. And stand together, yet not too near together: For the pillars of the temple stand apart, And the oak tree and the cypress grow not in each other's shadow.” ― Kahlil Gibran, The Prophet “When love beckons to you follow him, though his ways are hard and steep. And when his wings enfold you yield to him, though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you. And when he speaks to you believe in him, though his voice may shatter your dreams as the north wind lays waste the garden. For even as love crowns you so shall he crucify you. Even as he is for your growth so is he for your pruning. Even as he ascends to your height and caresses your tenderest branches that quiver in the sun, So shall he descend to your roots and shake them in their clinging to the earth.

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