ذكرينا

Oh memories of yesterday, still living inside us, please remind us.
Oh, this feeling of longing is so harsh.
This intense missing has turned into a constant ache.
Speak to us... why are these walls so quiet?
Is it possible you've grown distant and forgotten us?
Feeling like a stranger in your own soul is the worst kind of pain.
Take us back, let us see how sweet those years were.
Let us remember that precious past.
Our home and all the people who lived there.
Tell us the stories from when we were children.
And those first shy, quiet moments.
How did it all just fly by so quickly?
Pull us together.
From the scattered pieces we've become.
And ask this sad and lonely house,
"Have you felt the same loss that we have?"
And ask us how that old feeling of longing flared up when...
...the elder made the call to prayer and led everyone.
That's when tears just started pouring out because of it all.
Answer us. Say something to this aching heart.
Are our fathers and grandfathers really gone?
Everything in this neighborhood began to ache along with us.
Remind us of a home that was part of us, and is still inside us.
A place where we lived for so many years,
in peace and feeling completely safe.