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My name is Ahmed Miqdad from Gaza city, Palestine. I have a master degree in Curriculum and Methodology. I’m a father of four children and I’m a Palestinian teacher and a poet. I have published three poetic books and a short novel. My goal is to make the people around the world aware of our Palestinian fair cause through my words and poems.
“Hymns Of Peace” By Ahmed Miqdad
Hymns of peace,
Gently spreading over the holy land,
Softly now, hear the mosque,
Calling the azha,
As a hymn of peace.
Marvel, church bells a-ringing,
Around the old city,
Rejoice in prayer
As a hymn of peace.
Behold, children flying kites,
Yonder over the mountains of north
Playfully yearning for freedom,
As a hymn of peace.
Olive trees cultivated by devoted farmers,
In their fields of green,
Giving hope to the coming generations,
As a hymn of peace.
Witness, freedom fighters raising the Palestinian flag,
Near the stolen bloodied borders,
Valiant in their sacrifice,
As a hymn of peace.
Listen, the sparrows joyfully chirp,
Singing over the flowering branches,
Tweaking their cheery melodies,
As a hymn of peace.
Let us draw together in fortitude,
Sing a song of freedom for Palestine,
Spreading love and peace,
As a hymn of peace.
“The Soul of My Soul” by Ahmed Miqdad
Edited by Elizabeth Green December 22nd, 2023
The Soul of my Soul.
She is gone from me.
Like a butterfly in the afternoon sun
She flew away.
I watched as she flew fast to the far-off sky
I could not reach.
As bright and brilliant as Heaven’s star she flew
In the middle of the clear blue sky
Suddenly made dark in the siren noise
The Soul of my Soul
She soared in the sudden clouds
Plumes of dust and ash
The fires of hate that thirst for our death.
Into those clouds, she flew.
She was an innocent child
A flower flourishing through dry concrete.
Her grandfather’s tears fall
Like an endless stream through the graveyard rubble stained with blood.
The Soul of my Soul.
Where are you now, sweetheart?
Let’s fly a kite over these walls, the mountains of plight
The death cage of our life.
Oh to release the heartache
That has left us to rot under the weight of our despair
To linger in the heavy fragments of timeless sorrow
Will you come to this old man?
Will you hold me in your soft warmth?
Will you carry me upon your butterfly wings?
So fragile
So delicate
Will you free me through your grandfather’s love?
One more hug
To know you are not gone from me.
The Soul of my Soul
She is gone from me now.
I see her eyes look back at me.
Cold.
But like a butterfly in the afternoon sun
She flew away.
Wait for me at the doors of heaven
For I will surely follow you there.
When we meet again the world will know our love
Unlimited, everlasting
Love that transcends the terror
The doom-filled shroud of war clouds.
The Soul of my Soul
Will you, like the many thousands who have died,
Will you know that you are loved?
Alhamdulillah
In our hope that all butterflies live beyond the veil of life
Eternal life
Divine love that is told in every holy scripture.
The Soul of my Soul
You were.
You are.
You forever will be.
Fly my butterfly angel – my granddaughter
Forever
At peace
In the tender age of three.
The Soul of my Soul
You are free now.
No more will the cage of death keep you.
Fly on
Into the wings of the others who are there
While we remain lost to die in the dust of silence
And fierce fiery ash.
The Soul of my Soul
Speak to this world with your sweet spirit song
Fill it with your baby’s cooing
Pleading for love
Crying for peace.
Then help us to seek for justice
That now, only heaven can know.
Forever live and fly free
Sweet girl.
Forever may you live and fly free
In the Soul of our Souls.
