Limbs of what was once my family lay in my arms My throat was stolen My blood screams Seven generations tortured Lord, send angel Israel to guard the souls Let them know that they are still living And let the living hear the anthem of something I know my people are here Even though I can not see my people I can hear my people We are speaking as one The tyrant inside of me is ravenous Forty-one year old rotting hands bedazzled With rings of oil drums And gems of blood Grinding at my veins I tried to keep my mouth shut But my tongue did not have any more room For scars In the shape of my teeth March 2011; we have been reborn A social infant screaming, ‘Let us live! We will speak until throats are raw! Until all of Syria is in the news!’ The dates will read like obituaries The dates are coming towards us The dates are coming towards us The dates Mashaallah, where? The dates The dates The dates keep coming Then men are not moving! Why are the men not moving?! Why are you not moving? Why are you not moving? They are all lying La ostata’ an taslem! [I can not give up] Lan taslem! [Don’t give up] You can shoot, blood, push, stab, rape, bomb, break me I will not fall Stalin, McCarthy, Hiroshima me I will not fall Lie, shackle, battle, sweatshop me Refugee, water board, oppress me Textbook-capture, Tutsi me You will try to crack my rib shotgun But the bending of my knees belongs to my Lord Lord, allow Hades to light a fire in my chest On days you didn’t ignite the Sun When nails are torn from bloody hands When mother is ripped from son When the last Damascus rose Is stripped of all her colour When I am left clutching out for the last mirage of a broken land I can not fall I. Will. Not. Fall. There will be a time when we can eat together When we will build homes out of abandoned tanks Peace is a rusted recoil We will sip from the cups made of old grenades And shades of green are only worn by nature There will be a time when the fences choose to sit with us Instead of standing between us Ameen
+Adam Tufayl The phrase that I'm reminded of is "sitting on the fences'. When you're not taking sides, you're neutral. So what she meant in my point of view is everyone taking her side?
That was incredible. I've been cycling through spoken word videos tonight, and intended to continue, but after watching this one, I could do nothing but sit. It was so powerful that I needed time to process it, and watching anything else would seem pointless after this anyway. That, to me, is the mark of brilliance.
seriously the most profound poem ive ever heard. im crying, it invokes such a powerful response. still can feel the shivers in my skin from their words. thank you!
Thank you for all of your support. Amal and I worked really hard to get this poem to where it should be, and to know that it had this kind of effect in people is amazing, that is the reason we write. Is to effect change. Just don't let the change stop with this video
I wanted to come here today, as someone who's heard this poem ten years ago, to say - Lan taslem! The days before today was your prayer answered, Amal. Your people did not give up, Amal. We are here to witness this. Amin, amin, amin. Allahu Akbar!
Never let hurt and tears keep you from listening. They are signs that what you're hearing means something. What is more worth the pain than a truth screamed out?
everytime i watch this video i get chills. Its so raw and powerful that even if you didnt understand what she was talking about. you felt the power behind the words. simply AMAZING
I have watched and listened to this amazing journey of words 15 times since finding it today. Each time, I am carried on the river of raw emotion and truth, a river raging on its course to the ocean where hope lives. It is an honor to participate as a listener and watcher, to share the agony, and to believe in the hope that is inherent in all of us who believe your hauntingly beautiful words are true: "We will sip from the cups made of old grenades, and shades of green are only worn by nature."
This was ABSOLUTELY amazing. I have never experienced tragedy as expressed with these words but I have been given a glimpse of a world that I will never fully comprehend but I am glad I have been given the chance to expand my views through people with power voices as these.
This is beyond incredible, one of the most fantastic and emotional pieces I've ever had the pleasure to listen to. Thank you on behalf of everyone who's had and will have a chance to hear your message.
I've been friends with this girl since our Freshman year of high school and I just have to say I'm incredibly proud of her for becoming as big as she has. She deserves it...I've never met a person so dedicated to changing the world for the better. Keep it up, Molly! :) -Carlos
The poem is coming from real feeling of the Syrian suffering. I can see each word of the poem on Amal's face and in here heart are boiling and exploding the meaning of the freedom. May Allah bless you and your family, and keep you using this talent for His cause. Ameen Samer Altabaa
Masha Allah!!! I can't get enough of this poem!! May Allah guide you and keep your intention straight for the pleasure of Allah and give you the reward of Dawah
This poem is for those who had net yet fallen. *End of chant* Limbs of what was once my family lie in my arms. My throat was stolen, my blood screams, 7 generations tortured! Lord, send angel Azrael to guard the souls, let them know that they are still living and let the living hear the anthem of something I know ...
Limbs of what was once my family lay in my arms
My throat was stolen
My blood screams
Seven generations tortured
Lord, send angel Israel to guard the souls
Let them know that they are still living
And let the living hear the anthem of something
I know my people are here
Even though I can not see my people
I can hear my people
We are speaking as one
The tyrant inside of me is ravenous
Forty-one year old rotting hands bedazzled
With rings of oil drums
And gems of blood
Grinding at my veins
I tried to keep my mouth shut
But my tongue did not have any more room
For scars
In the shape of my teeth
March 2011; we have been reborn
A social infant screaming,
‘Let us live!
We will speak until throats are raw!
Until all of Syria is in the news!’
The dates will read like obituaries
The dates are coming towards us
The dates are coming towards us
The dates
Mashaallah, where?
The dates
The dates
The dates keep coming
Then men are not moving!
Why are the men not moving?!
Why are you not moving?
Why are you not moving?
They are all lying
La ostata’ an taslem! [I can not give up]
Lan taslem! [Don’t give up]
You can shoot, blood, push, stab, rape, bomb, break me
I will not fall
Stalin, McCarthy, Hiroshima me
I will not fall
Lie, shackle, battle, sweatshop me
Refugee, water board, oppress me
Textbook-capture, Tutsi me
You will try to crack my rib shotgun
But the bending of my knees belongs to my Lord
Lord, allow Hades to light a fire in my chest
On days you didn’t ignite the Sun
When nails are torn from bloody hands
When mother is ripped from son
When the last Damascus rose
Is stripped of all her colour
When I am left clutching out for the last mirage of a broken land
I can not fall
I. Will. Not. Fall.
There will be a time when we can eat together
When we will build homes out of abandoned tanks
Peace is a rusted recoil
We will sip from the cups made of old grenades
And shades of green are only worn by nature
There will be a time when the fences choose to sit with us
Instead of standing between us
Ameen
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Subhahanallah, thank you
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Nesrine Makhfi aren't they same?
"There will be a time when the fences choose to sit with us instead of standing between us, Amen." Very powerful.
+Bhim Tamang what does she mean by fences?
+Adam Tufayl perhaps the things that divide us.
It can mean everything you need or want it to mean though. That's Art.
+Adam Tufayl The phrase that I'm reminded of is "sitting on the fences'. When you're not taking sides, you're neutral. So what she meant in my point of view is everyone taking her side?
Bhim Tamang | yeah that was my FAVORITE part.
Just a Hedgehog it's a metaphor for the things that try to separate us
"But the bending of my knees belong to my Lord" I have goosebumps... Allahh!!! ❤😭❤
seven years later and i still know this word for word... damn
this honestly needs more views
I felt that in my soul. WOW.
one of the most powerful spoken words I have ever seen. so much love for her
Kaela S
lol
really?
i could literally feel every word she was saying and it made me tear up. this is hands down the best slam.
That was incredible. I've been cycling through spoken word videos tonight, and intended to continue, but after watching this one, I could do nothing but sit. It was so powerful that I needed time to process it, and watching anything else would seem pointless after this anyway.
That, to me, is the mark of brilliance.
seriously the most profound poem ive ever heard. im crying, it invokes such a powerful response. still can feel the shivers in my skin from their words. thank you!
Her passion just makes this poem so much more beautiful.
Yes that's very much right
Thank you for all of your support. Amal and I worked really hard to get this poem to where it should be, and to know that it had this kind of effect in people is amazing, that is the reason we write. Is to effect change. Just don't let the change stop with this video
I have watched this over 10 times and every time I watch it I still get the chills!!
I've watched this almost every day since I found it a month ago, so powerful... Executed so well... Damn.
LOVE💙 💙 💙 love ♥♥♥ this!
I wanted to come here today, as someone who's heard this poem ten years ago, to say - Lan taslem! The days before today was your prayer answered, Amal. Your people did not give up, Amal. We are here to witness this. Amin, amin, amin. Allahu Akbar!
As should all Art, these words moved me deeply and I'm typing with tears blurring my vision. Kudos. 👏👏👏
Amazing! I have watched this over and over again for the past month and it still gives me chills!! Def one of my favorites!
Amazing. I've cried every time I've watched it.
Never let hurt and tears keep you from listening. They are signs that what you're hearing means something. What is more worth the pain than a truth screamed out?
everytime i watch this video i get chills. Its so raw and powerful that even if you didnt understand what she was talking about. you felt the power behind the words. simply AMAZING
I have watched and listened to this amazing journey of words 15 times since finding it today. Each time, I am carried on the river of raw emotion and truth, a river raging on its course to the ocean where hope lives. It is an honor to participate as a listener and watcher, to share the agony, and to believe in the hope that is inherent in all of us who believe your hauntingly beautiful words are true: "We will sip from the cups made of old grenades, and shades of green are only worn by nature."
This fills me with so much passion! So raw and nothing but the naked truth! We. Will. Not. Fall! Ever!
This was ABSOLUTELY amazing. I have never experienced tragedy as expressed with these words but I have been given a glimpse of a world that I will never fully comprehend but I am glad I have been given the chance to expand my views through people with power voices as these.
Tears and chills. Amazing
this is one of the most intense poems and performances I have seen...I watched this over 10 times and felt chills running down my spine every time..
This is one of the strongest videos I have seen so far from North America to Syria. May Allah protect you Amal.. And protect all Syrians. Ameen
This is beyond incredible, one of the most fantastic and emotional pieces I've ever had the pleasure to listen to. Thank you on behalf of everyone who's had and will have a chance to hear your message.
POWERFUL!!!!!!!!! WOW I JUST CAN'T STOP CRYING!!
This is amazing, made me cry.
el b | same I almost drowned in my tears.
I cry every single time. So amazing.
Coming back to this now, amid news streaming in ♥️
a voice, a beautiful, honorable, spectacular voice! peace
باركك الله ، لم افهم كثيرا مما تقولين ولكن وصلني احساسك الذي هو الحس الانسان المرهف تجاه القضية السورية . شكرا لك
I am moved to tears by the beauty that is their words and the power of emotion in their voices. Beautifully heartbreaking.
absolutley stunning performance. I have tears in my eyes.
five years on and this still gives me chills
She has an amazing way with words! I got serious chills
I've been friends with this girl since our Freshman year of high school and I just have to say I'm incredibly proud of her for becoming as big as she has. She deserves it...I've never met a person so dedicated to changing the world for the better. Keep it up, Molly! :)
-Carlos
I cant stop watching this. Heartbreaking and Inspiring
thank you
this makes my heart race every time I watch it. wow, so powerful.
The poem is coming from real feeling of the Syrian suffering. I can see each word of the poem on Amal's face and in here heart are boiling and exploding the meaning of the freedom. May Allah bless you and your family, and keep you using this talent for His cause. Ameen
Samer Altabaa
her facial expressions . no words. just simply amazing
tears down my face. that was so powerful.
Wow that is astounding.... Just made me tear up... such power that words have... God bless you Amal... No matter what ever GOD it is....
omg....Fantabulous..really she is amazing girl.
i will keep share this every day for ten days
I was literally crying while watching this. This is just so powerful.
Wonderful. Tears could not be defied. All peoples free. Now.
This is so raw and emotional and wow. I got chills and shed tears and it was just beautiful.
I will not fall. I will not fall. I will not fall.
May Syria and every people suffering rampant injustice and oppression be saved.
This is so incredible, this made me cry so much!
This is so beautiful, Masha'Allah. I have tears and chills.
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Literally felt the Phoenix rising inside my chest on this one. Do it girl! Do it!
that was real
WOAEFVNNE
this is amazing and shattering.
thank you
Wow. This touched my soul.
Gowri Lakshmisha i dont have a soul
goosebumps all over my body! you are spirit! you are power! stand up and stay up for life!
I cried. And I'm not usually one to cry about these things.
THIS IS THE VOICE OF BUSINESS , THE SAME THAT DESTROY ALL THE WORLD, ANGER AND GREED
So powerful, strong and beautiful, it gives me chills.
“From the mirage of a broken land” 👏🏾
She is so amazing i met her when she came to new mexico for a slam in toas! Amal you rock!!
Unbelievably speechless. Just so powerful.
wow this makes you really think like how can I help?? It was amaszing and wow made me cry alooooooooooooot! Beautifully said sister!
simply AMAZING. i got goosebumps every other line.
"There will be a time when shades of green are only worn by nature" ...powerful
pure passion coming from her voice
Powerful and Beautiful. Amen.
That was super duper awesome! seriously, i cant relax at all while watching this.
With all my heart I am with you brothers inshallah you will be free soon . Respects.
This made me cry. She was incredible
That was incredibly moving. Thank you
This is so beautiful.
She won, that's great. Thank you for telling me.
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The moment their voices first combined into one was absolutely haunting.
I got chills. Like serious chills.
Is it wrong that I cried ... Her words were amazing
This is absolutely amazing.
Chills. I felt Syria's pain through that poem. This is special!
Wow this was fantastic!
This was unbelievable... amazing.
THIS IS AMAZING
This is beautiful
I had goosebumps the entire time.
Tears drop from my eyes.. Salute her ..
ما شاء الله! كلام رائع و اداء اكثر روعة. حفظك الله و حفظ و الديك.
Amazing!!!
Thank you
Sister, sister, thank you.
بارك الله فيك وفي أبويكِ ياأمل .... أنت مثال البنت السورية المسلمة الأصيلة في أمريكا
ياريت المقطع يترجم للعربي حتى يفهموه كل الناس
BEAUTIFUL ❤️
Her voice is so beautiful.
God Bless u Amal & all American ppl.
Masha Allah!!! I can't get enough of this poem!! May Allah guide you and keep your intention straight for the pleasure of Allah and give you the reward of Dawah
brave and wonderfully voice
This poem is for those who had net yet fallen.
*End of chant*
Limbs of what was once my family lie in my arms.
My throat was stolen,
my blood screams,
7 generations tortured!
Lord, send angel Azrael to guard the souls,
let them know that they are still living
and let the living hear the anthem of something
I know ...