This is the last poem shared by Alareer.

If I must die,
you must live
to tell my story
to sell my things
to buy a piece of cloth
and some strings,
(make it white with a long tail)
so that a child, somewhere in Gaza
while looking heaven in the eye
awaiting his dad who left in a blaze—
and bid no one farewell
not even to his flesh
not even to himself—
sees the kite, my kite you made, flying up
above
and thinks for a moment an angel is there
bringing back love
If I must die
let it bring hope
let it be a tale.

https://www.commondreams.org/opinion/refaat-alareer-poet-gaza#:~:text=As%20if%20aware%20of%20the,Israeli%20airstrike%20in%20northern%20Gaza.

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