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Who Am I?

Contributed by This Week In Palestine on 06.02.2008:

“Who Am I” is a song whose lyrics and music were written by Rima Nasir Tarazi. It is also part of Ila Mata (Until When), a CD that was produced by the Edward Said National Conservatory of Music in October 2006 and sung by Tania Tamari Nasir.

WHO AM I?

Who am I but a speck of dust, a drop of water and a gentle breeze?

Without me there is no being, there is no life

Listless am I as I hear a weeping child, a wailing mother

Listless am I as I hear the desperate cries of youth, the burdened moaning of the old

Helpless am I as I watch my children tortured, my people driven away

Helpless am I as I watch the growing thorns and the walls towering high

Why am I listless?

Why am I helpless?

Is it because I am but a speck of dust, a handful of earth, a breath of air, a flash of light, a gentle breeze, a moment of eternity?

Yet stormy winds are but of gentle breezes formed

Soaring waves are but of drops of water made and

the burning sun is but of glimmering flashes shaped

Yet I am, but one breeze amongst those gentle breezes, one drop of water within those soaring waves and one flashing ray of light amongst so many others

Thus able and strong I shall be, listless, helpless no more

Who am I but a speck of dust, a drop of water and a gentle breeze?

Without me there is no being, there is no life

Listless am I as I hear a weeping child, a wailing mother

Listless am I as I hear the desperate cries of youth, the burdened moaning of the old

Helpless am I as I watch my children tortured, my people driven away

Helpless am I as I watch the growing thorns and the walls towering high

Why am I listless?

Why am I helpless?

Is it because I am but a speck of dust, a handful of earth, a breath of air, a flash of light, a gentle breeze, a moment of eternity?

Yet stormy winds are but of gentle breezes formed

Soaring waves are but of drops of water made and

the burning sun is but of glimmering flashes shaped

Yet I am, but one breeze amongst those gentle breezes, one drop of water within those soaring waves and one flashing ray of light amongst so many others

Thus able and strong I shall be, listless, helpless no more

Who am I but a speck of dust, a drop of water and a gentle breeze?

Without me there is no being, there is no life

Listless am I as I hear a weeping child, a wailing mother

Listless am I as I hear the desperate cries of youth, the burdened moaning of the old

Helpless am I as I watch my children tortured, my people driven away

Helpless am I as I watch the growing thorns and the walls towering high

Why am I listless?

Why am I helpless?

Is it because I am but a speck of dust, a handful of earth, a breath of air, a flash of light, a gentle breeze, a moment of eternity?

Yet stormy winds are but of gentle breezes formed

Soaring waves are but of drops of water made and

the burning sun is but of glimmering flashes shaped

Yet I am, but one breeze amongst those gentle breezes, one drop of water within those soaring waves and one flashing ray of light amongst so many others

Thus able and strong I shall be, listless, helpless no more

From:

This Week in Palestine

“The Last Word” by Sani Meo

February 2008

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