MOTHER’S PAIN
I saw with my own eyes, I saw you, Yumi
She rocks me small and hugs me
Come to her to increase her thirst
He wanted to go to the victim
May my tears be filled with tears
Not from Dari Biya’s world
A white shroud, your blood is blood
In his name, he is calling me
They blame us for their distress
Judgment of the traitor immediately
Oh, our nights are dark
We became victims of bitterness as a child
They betrayed your covenant at the top
Where is Arab unity?
Prepared Angela Kosta
