Arabic translation:

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The water was martyred, and the dew was still fighting
The voice was martyred, and the echo is still fighting
And you are alone, between water and dew
And between the sound and the echo
Refugee, fighter, guerrilla 
Alone, fly far

By: Muin Bseiso

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Memory of the Nakba

15.05.1948

15.05.2003