Poem by Ali AlNakeeb, Sana’a – Yemen
When I was a soldier, the war was at the height of its violence, and the destruction was done in that beautiful city, which replaced its magical white clouds with black clouds expressing tragedy and pain.
Yes, I have passed this city before and I sat under the shade of trees and enjoyed the green mage and I still remember that tree created by God and won my admiration.
While the fire of the war was burning and I was participating in it I passed that city, which I considered beautiful. [Read more…]