by Wuroud from Jerusalem
I am Woroud Arafeh from Shufat School for Girls. I am 13 years old and I am in the eighth grade.
Mahmoud Darwish is my poet, my hero as well as my role model. Despite the fact that he lived most of his life away from his country, most of his poetry talks about his nostalgia for his homeland, his family and to being an active member in his own society.
I learnt from him patience, determination to reach his goals and using something so beautiful like poetry to express how he felt.
I am looking forward to being like him in the future, to use my hobby in writing to express all my feelings.
If I Were Another
by Mahmoud Darwish
If I were another on the road, I would not have looked
back, I would have said what one traveler said
to another: Stranger! awaken
the guitar more! Delay our tomorrow so our road
may extend and space may widen for us, and we may get rescued
from our story together: you are so much yourself ... and I am
so much other than myself right here before you!
If I were another I would have belonged to the road,
neither you nor I would return. Awaken the guitar
and we might sense the unknown and the route that tempts
the traveler to test gravity. I am only
my steps, and you are both my compass and my chasm.
If I were another on the road, I would have
hidden my emotions in the suitcase, so my poem
would be of water, diaphanous, white,
abstract, and lightweight ... stronger than memory,
and weaker than dewdrops, and I would have said:
My identity is this expanse!
If I were another on the road, I would have said
to the guitar: Teach me an extra string!
Because the house is farther, and the road to it prettier—
that’s what my new song would say. Whenever
the road lengthens the meaning renews, and I become two
on this road: I ... and another!
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