Today I was able to enter my martyred mother's room.
Everything in her room made me cry, everything in her room made me die.
The hardest thing, mother, is that this is the first time I've entered your room without finding you.
Without kissing you or smelling you.
They deprived me of you, they deprived me of your laughter, your presence, and your embrace.
They deprived me of my heart that beats for you.
I missed you, but you left me.

اليوم قدرت أدخل غرفة إمي الشهيدة
كُل حاجة بغرفتها خلتني أبكي ، كُل حاجة بغرفتها خلتني أموت ،
أصعب حاجة يا إمي إني أول مرة أدخل غرفتك بدون ما ألاقيكِ
بدون ما أبوسك ولا أشمك ..
حرموني ياكِ ، حرموني ضحكتك ووجودك واحتواءك .
حرموني قلبي الي بنبض الك ..
اشتقتلك بس انتي رحتي وسبتيني..