I didn't think I would be headline news,
And who could have imagined you
Always bustling, smiling, good-humored
Dear father,
On the front page,
Seeking support, seeking comfort,
Calling my name
On the arm of my friend
Carrying my hidden frame
They didn't give us a chance to be brave
They cornered us between the sky
And the setting sun
Automatic rifles and guns
They too were somebody's sons
But they didn't give us a chance to be brave
The taste of the first dates
Was still on our tongues
When they came
And sprayed their piercing hate
Sparing none but one
Screaming that we were traitors
Screaming God's name
So why in the name of Allah
Do we feel betrayed?
You should've seen their faces,
Our faces
When they drew blood
During the most sacred month
At the time of the day when the prayers
Of empty stomachs were answered
I saw one of the bullets as it came
Pierced the pages that contained
Allah's words
The irony of it is insane.
We could have offered them dates
To break their fast,
We could've greeted them with peace
But they broke our peace faster
Than that
Abouya, they did not give us
A chance to be brave
And I never thought I would be
Headline news
Or you on the front page
I never thought I'd live to see the day
And I didn't.
