Poetry: Ashraf AboArafe
It was not merely a day—
it was **a walking revelation**,
bathing in the waters of the Suez Canal,
lifting its brow to the sky
and proclaiming:
**Allahu Akbar**—
and the sand trembled,
and the water split before an unbreakable will.
On the Tenth of Ramadan,
fasting was a sword of light,
hunger was discipline,
and hearts abstained from despair
as lips abstained from water.
O Egypt,
palm tree rooted in history,
leaning from balconies of victory—
that day
you did not only cross a canal,
you crossed fear,
shattered the mirror of defeat,
and rewrote your name
with ink drawn from sacred blood.
Cannons chanted like verses,
soldiers stood in prayer
within the محراب of الوطن—
and the cry of takbir rose like waves
against a legend of sand
until it fell.
O Tenth of Ramadan—
appointment between earth and heaven,
fasting that became armor,
an hour that became destiny—
teach us
that victory is never chance,
but **faith that calculates,
courage that waits wisely,
and a heart that keeps its promise.**
Peace upon those who crossed.
Peace upon those who returned
only as anthem and light—
For as long as the Nile has a pulse,
Egypt shall always have a dawn
that cannot be defeated.
