For Al Mujahed Poem by Mohammad Noaman Al-Hakimi

Let me just once Travel in that distant sphere, Let me silently roam Over the white wake of the dead Let me share your memory With the Fresh Green Branch. By those like you Reality prevails And the unbidden Night retreats, The way of life is made home again. After your death, my brother, Taiz was bereaved, the blind sighed, The dolls and the qat provided Their usual comforts.

Who but you, could share The rose-pain of your departure? Who but you, could consider The courtesies of universal literature, This love-world we have drawn With our youthful alphabets of fire? Who will abide with Hamza* In the great empty House? You took such pains, a remembrance For the years to come, the years. The constellations won, in the end Your dedication is theirs, You devoted heart and mind And struggled - one man against the sons of Time. "Hamza, ": The writer Al-Mujahed's young son