By Admin, 2/12/2024
Born in Jericho, where the Jordan’s whispers flow,
A child of exile, where the winds of sorrow blow.
To Fawar’s camp he journeyed, with dreams in his eyes,
Then to Aroub, near Bethlehem, beneath holy skies.
A teacher, a guide, with a heart steadfast,
Through the halls of Aroub, his legacy cast.
From chalk-streaked boards to a nation’s young minds,
He sowed seeds of hope in the harshest of times.
An inspector by title, yet much more in deed,
He served his community, meeting every need.
For Palestine’s children, he fought to inspire,
Kindling their voices, like sparks from a fire.
In the Intifada’s storm, when hunger drew near,
He carried milk with courage, defying fear.
For this, Negab’s cells held him six moons long,
But his spirit emerged, unbroken, still strong.
A son, a brother, a father, a guide,
When others faltered, he stood by their side.
For his grandmother, mother, and father in pain,
He gave of himself, again and again.
Selfless, he sacrificed dreams of his own,
To nurture a nation, to rebuild the unknown.
Through his children, he proved to the world’s eye,
That Palestine endures; it will never die.
Now, engineers, teachers, doctors take their stand,
A legacy woven by Abu Sami’s hand.
He gave Palestine new blood, a voice, a will,
To rise from the ashes, unbroken still.
A hero of peace, of the quiet, steadfast kind,
A life of service, a noble, brilliant mind.
Abu Sami’s name shall forever remain,
Etched in the heart of this sacred terrain.
Though his body rests, his spirit roams free,
In every olive branch, in every tree.
For heroes like him, of this holy land’s plight,
Shine as stars eternal, through the darkest night.