Originally written in Arabic for my mother on Syrian Mother’s Day (March 21). This English version is an adaptation created with the help of AI. The original poem appears below.
Image by Atlantic Ambience
Today is your day—
each year you are my lady still,
each year a fortress standing tall,
a jasmine blooming in Damascus’ springtime thrill.
Remain my love, my closest friend;
may your hands forever soothe my hair,
may all my hopes be drawn each dawn
and rest upon your smiling care.
Roumani Line 