In memorial of our 9/11

Two years ago, on November 9th, 2005, suicide bombers wrecked the peacefulness of the Jordanian capital Amman. Three explosions shook hotels around the city leaving 68 dead and many more injured for life. 57 of those who died had come to attend a wedding party in one of the attacked hotels.

May their souls rest in peace.


When walls start raining blood
And grooms bury their dead,
Pretty brides blush no more
Their gowns are stained by flesh,
Too white for a black day.

When roses mix with glass
Shattered by storms of fear,
When hails and cheers give way
To wails and screams of pain,
Proud men weep like babies.

How dare they steal our peace!
How dare they kill our dreams!
Forge our faith and claim our souls
Then walk away without remorse
And still call us brethren.

They claim to have reason
They claim to share our faith.
Can they tell sweet Dina (*)
Why she could not be nine?
No, they have no answers.

Tell her “boogie man said so”!
“You’re better off dead” even!
Not far from the truth, either.
Those who live to remember
Live in boogie man’s back yard.

Some have lost their dearest.
Others kept souvenirs,
Shrapnel under their ribs,
Splinters inside their skulls,
And dark, haunting memories.


(*) Dina was the youngest of the victims of that night. She died at eight.