Poetry: Ashraf AboArafe
On the tenth of Ramadan…
On the sixth of October…
when banners of the sky rose above the canal,
and the long silence shattered
to the thunder of crossing,
victory was written… from a position of strength, not hope,
and Egypt emerged…
reclaiming history from the jaws of the impossible.
O Sinai…
icon of patience, blood, and light,
you returned as you were…
a pulse in the nation’s heart, not to be bargained,
a dignity neither bought nor sold.
And there stood a man
who mastered the reading of time—
Anwar Sadat…
walking with the caution of a fox
and the courage of a lion,
outmaneuvering Zionist cunning with political brilliance,
breaking their arrogance not by the sword alone,
but by a mind that chooses its battles wisely.
Victory was not merely a bullet…
it was an idea,
a deep understanding of power balances,
a wisdom that knows when to fight… and when to negotiate.
But…
how bitter when moments fail their people,
how cruel when opportunity slips away,
for the Arab system then stood…
confused… hesitant… deprived of strategic wisdom,
failing to complete the path,
failing to invest in victory,
and Jerusalem was lost in calculations,
while Al-Aqsa remained… calling without answer.
Then came a rupture…
not from an enemy,
but from brothers clouded in vision,
Egypt was boycotted…
not for wrongdoing, but for seeing further,
not for error, but for choosing differently.
It was a rupture
written by narrow minds into policy,
dictated by limited vision,
they lost Egypt when they turned away,
and lost themselves when they failed to understand.
Where was that moment
when a Palestinian state could have been born?
Where was the decision
when the land was closer than ever?
the chance was lost…
and regret remains witness to failed vision,
not weak arms.
Today…
we stand before history not to mourn it,
but to read it,
for Sadat was not an event—but a school,
and his mind not an option—but a necessity.
O Arabs…
normalization is not weakness if understood,
nor strength if misused,
it is a tool…
requiring a mind to guide it,
not emotions to waste it.
Learn…
that peace is not surrender,
and war is not always the path to victory,
and the balance between them…
is the art of survival in an age of contradictions.
Read the negotiations of yesterday
not as tales,
but as lessons that save tomorrow,
for in every clause… wisdom,
in every concession… calculation,
in every silence… an unspoken meaning.
Sinai is liberated when will unites,
and Jerusalem is liberated…
when understanding unites.
O nation
that taught the world resilience,
return to your mind…
before searching for your sword.
