You do not leave your personal revenge to history... This is the testimony of a Palestinian poet who lived through the American-Israeli siege imposed on national Beirut... or the Beirut that stood behind its barricades – and still does – as I write this testimony on June 27, 1982... on the morning of the second day of the ceasefire. I do not know on which page this testimony will stop... for the ceasefire can be broken by an Israeli plane with an American decision at any moment.

Nevertheless, I found in myself the ability and strength to write this testimony... for my friends and comrades, the Arab writers and poets, and those around the world – to the farthest possible street – and even those writers and poets whose voices have not reached us due to geographical complacency... or due to indifference to the fate of a small capital on the map... which filled its bag with sand and lay behind it, defending a window not yet burned... and a wall not yet torn.

I also found the courage within me to write this testimony – to alert to the grave danger of psychological comfort for a large number of writers and poets here and there... immediately after signing a protest telegram against an engineered war of extermination against the Palestinians and Lebanese patriots.

Good morning, O barricades, from you we begin, as the trees begin, as the current begins, as the rose in the star begins, as the drop in the cloud begins, as – Gabriel – begins the chapter of the barricade, beginning in the name of the sandbag: Read! • Good morning, O fighters – good morning to the vines of fire whose clusters hang on your shoulders, good morning to your hands studded with shrapnel and fingers stained with the Palestinian fire that came from the noblest of volcanic lineages.

• Publishing House: Dar Al Farabi for Publishing & Distribution
• Year of Publication: 2014
• Number of Pages: 184