Sometimes you look in your tape of past, and miss being a cute child.
Just remembering that, makes you feel as you're seeing the heavens after you were blind.
Remembering my dad pushing me while I was riding makes me feel out of my mind.
Remembering my sister hiding from me above the tree, and I got tired of find.
Remembering my father raising me up on his shoulders, to fly the kite.
Remembering, while me and my sister having the same toy, then we go in a fight,
then I get mad, and complain to my dad, suddenly I find in my hand a bite,
then I start crying, my dad suddenly come and hit me. Oh everything is white.
Remembering my dad taking me from my hand to learn me the Holy Qura'n.
Remembering, while me and my friends hanging the lanterns of Ramadan.
Remembering my dad be proud of me and taking me to the job by his van.
Remembering my Mum making a cup cake even if I get older and be a man.
Memories just when I remeber it, I feel that I'm touching the stars.
And when I get back to my mind.. I say why we're continueing these wars.
Abdallah Gamal
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/if-we-can-touch-the-stars-so-why-we-insist-on-wars/
