Fighter Against Terror (Translated On Request Of My Friend The Poet Poet) Poem by Akhtar Jawad

Though my arms were always extended to the heaven
but I saw a fog affecting my visibility, control your sighs.

Your feet are delicate and difficult are my stony ways
I had already told you not to be insane in my love.

Though I advised you not to follow me on the path of martyrdom
I don't know why I turn my face backwards on the cross roads.

Wolves come out from every cave of extreme hard mountains
but I left my home to give my life for my green sweet home.

My ambition was to die for peace and love
Know, life in a safe and secured greenery is lovely and nice.

I was a soldier and I was destined to die as a martyr
if you love me do not come out with tears and undressed dry hairs.

Before giving my life for a cause I have crushed the terror
I am not dead, I am listening to you, please do not cry.