اسم السجين (اسم الشهرة) : شريف ابو المجد

النوع الاجتماعي : ذكر

تاريخ تحرير أو نشر الرسالة : 12/20/2014

السن وقت الاحتجاز: 65 عام

الوظيفة – نشاط بالمجال العام: عضو هيئة تدريس بكلية هندسة المطرية بجامعة حلوان

مكان احتجاز المرسل : منطقة سجون طرة

The Cell

I received this poem from my niece who is living abroad:

In a dark cold cell
is a man with dreams
faith and hope
A man I look up to

In a dark cold cell
are prayers and song
Laughter and tears
Aspirations and despair

In a dark cold cell
is a country in mourning
Waiting to heal
Longing for freedom

In a dark cold cell
is the tyrant
repenting
yearning for forgiveness
he shall never have

so i replied to her poem with these new lines:

In a dark cold cell
Is a man with great hopes
That his fellow – men
Will understand and act
A man who will never lose hope

In a dark cold cell
Prayers and doaa
That الكلah may look at them
A look of mercy and forgiveness
That is all what they ask for

In a dark cold cell
Is a country trying to understand
Waiting to heal
While its wounds are bleeding every day
What went wrong with me ?

In a dark cold cell
Are young women
Caught marching in the streets
Or carrying balloons in front of the sea
What is wrong with our country ?

In some dark cold cells
Are 529 men sent to the death chamber
In a two-day trial
They never got the chance
Even to see the judge
What is wrong with our justice

In a dark cold cell
Is a young man not more than 16
Accused of throwing a tank over the bridge
And shooting an army jet
What is wrong with common sense ?

In a dark cold cell
Is the tyrant , laughing
Telling himself I told them
My time is better than what is coming
The future – not only the cell – will be dark and cold

A dark cold cell
Is waiting for another tyrant
He killed thousands
Wounded tens of thousands
Arrested almost one hundred thousands
In a single year

In a dark cold cell
the country is beginning to understand
It sold freedom and bought dictatorship
It was fooled on the 30th of June
But waiting for the coming 30th of June
To put things right once and for all

In a dark cold cell the county is beginning to understand
It sold freedom and bought dictatorship
It was fooled on the 30th of June
But waiting for the coming 30th of June
To put things right once and for all