I remembered and the memory is haunting

I remembered and the memory is haunting

It is a poem by the poet Mahmoud Ghoneim, a contemporary Egyptian poet who has many poems, some memorize them, and here is the poem:

What is mine and that the star takes care of me and I take care of him... In the evening, we are both recovering from blinking our eyelids.

I have groans in you, O night, that I repeat…. oh if you find the sad oh

Do not think of me as loving, I complain and pour out…. belittle what he has done for the sake of love

I remembered and the memory is haunting.... glory in our hands we lost it

Woe to Arabism, the universe was its stage... so it began to hide in its corners.

He goes on to say:

I converted to Islam in a country... you will find it like a bird with its wings clipped

How much did we spend a hand we used to spend.... We are now ruled by a people that we have owned.

Do you ask the chosen one for a miracle.... enough people from the ancestors revived

Whoever unites the Arabs until he became their father-in-law... if he sees his brother's son born

And how the shepherds of the sheep ruled a kingdom.... What was ruled by Caesar before or Shah?

And people welcomed Islam when they saw…. that brotherhood and that justice is its meaning

O he who saw Omar clothed him with his cloak.... And the oil is his abode, and the hut is his abode.

Then he says:

Chosroes swayed in his chair with a bang.... Of his strength and the kings of the Byzantines feared him

It is the Sharia.

Ask His Excellency on our behalf, we are Arabs.... Our motto is glory yahwana wa nahwah

Arabism is a word if you use it…. East, adversity, and Islam are its meanings.

The West was guided by the past, so it guided it…. We had a past that we forgot

We walked behind the West We quote.... its light, its fragments hit us

By God, ask behind the sea of ​​the Byzantines about the Arabs of yesterday who were here, they did not care that they got lost

If you see the red one closely.... Ask the edifice, where is the glory and prestige?

Go down to Damascus and address the rock of its mosque.... who built it, perhaps the rock mourns it

He toured Baghdad and searched its cemeteries... Perhaps a man from the Abbasids met him.

Where is Al-Rasheed when the clouds floated around him.... When he passed Baghdad, he challenged him.

These are the hallmarks of each one of them…. One of them delivered a fiancé with open mouth

God bears witness that their lives have been overturned.... One day, the eye's tears went astray.

A past on the ruins of which we live as nations…. And we draw strength from the revelation of his memory

Until he concludes:

There is no doubt that a person who praises his first... proud and knocks if you ask him what he is.

I consider Islam to be a university…. For the East, not just a religion that God has established

Our souls beat together in it.... like bees converging in their hives

His constitution is revealed and chosen is his monarch.... And the Muslims, even if they scatter his subjects

No, our whims have become sects…. So entrust us with a shepherd that pleases you.

A shepherd who restores his life to Islam … takes care of his children and the eyes of God take care of him