Who pays the price of war?

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One day the war will end,

Leaders will shake hands.

And

An old man will wait for his martyred son

A woman will wait for her husband to return

Children will wait for their brave father ...

I don't know who sold my hometown,

But I have seen that

Who has paid the price?

- Mahmoud Darwish

Mahmoud Darwish is the national poet of Palestine. His poems have been translated into many languages ​​of the world. He has written many poems on Israel's atrocities on Palestine. He expresses the sorrow, pain and struggle of the Palestinians in his poetry. The poet, who was born on March 19, 191 and passed away on August 7, 2006, is much loved by the Palestinians. When he died of heart surgery at the age of 9, millions of Palestinians shouted in unison, "O Mahmoud ... O Mahmoud ... you lie down comfortably, we will continue our struggle ..." His body in the Palestinian flag Was wrapped and his poems were written in it. This poem by Mahmoud Darwish is worth reading at a time when the Ukraine-Russia war is being discussed all over the world.

War is fought between two countries, but the common people have to suffer. Fighting over border disputes is largely based on misunderstandings between the two authorities. The two soldiers fighting in the war do not even know each other. No they would never have seen each other. The two don't even spoil each other personally, yet the two are desperately struck by each other. The only reason is that the man in front belongs to the enemy country. They are given a dose of patriotism and patriotism. Singing the praises of the homeland, the soldier dies for the country. The kings have to save their chair. It also means that he can make a treaty with the other country. In all this, only the common man is the victim. As Dale Carnegie put it, every country feels better than another. Because of this patriotism is born and because of this war also takes place.

Mahmoud Darwish has said this very sharply. The war will be over. Leaders will shake hands. Laughing will take photos. The whole world will take note. There will be news headlines. But the cost of this war is to be paid by the family of the soldier who fought. An old woman is waiting for her son to return home. His soul is clinging to his palate that my son will come back safely? The wife is worried about the vermilion on her forehead. The father's name followed by his child's name. The child is proudly waiting for the brave father to come in the battle by defeating the enemy, all will applaud him. When a corpse wrapped in the country's flag arrives in Phalia, the family feels proud that our son-husband or father died for the country. But no one knows that under that veil of pride lies a whole mountain of screams. A mother is without a son, a wife without a husband and children without a father.

War always leads to destruction. The world has witnessed devastating world wars. Even though many atomic bombs are made today, missile tests take place. Many weapons are made, every country is ready for war. Every country fears another country. Even such an epidemic and horror cannot do without man. Two countries are at loggerheads, just as two neighbors are at loggerheads. Man's ultimate quest is for peace. But the tragedy is that we have to fight for peace, we have to fight. It is as if Madhav Ramanuja is constantly talking about a soldier in the midst of an ongoing war. If you can stop the war for a moment, put your head on the tank and turn it upside down.

The poem written by Mahmud Darwish linking the story of war with love is like descending directly into the heart. Let's log out of this wonderful poem of his.

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He said, "When will we meet?"

I said, "One year after the war ended."

He asked, "When will the war end?"

I said, "When we meet."

- Mahmoud Darwish