Amal Hammad

Thirty years weaving the body of resistance from threads of shadow, dancing riddles on the edges of the night and building armies from the silence of stones.

A man whom the eyes of the sun did not touch except as a martyr, when the wound of the earth opened on his name, so his blood became
A root crawling under the houses of the invaders.

Muhammad... did not die, but became the mask of time that cannot be assassinated.

#Muhammad_Al-Daif 🇵🇸