Ceasefire

When they announce the ceasefire

I want to see your smile again,

I miss it.

When they announce it,

I will collapse.

The plasters on my wounds are worn out.

When the fighting stops

and the sound of tanks slows down,

we will hear the sound of our tears again.

Then, I will start to mourn my brother

my country, my people, my Jabalia Camp.

But for one moment, I will smile too and sigh.

Just before my grieving starts