As children, we grew up
With our mothers’ stories:
The stories about the sacred fire,
They made our days colourful and alive.
In the Mesopotamia’s cradle, the sacred fire is
A symbol of freedom and the message of success.
In our darkest nights
The sparks from the fire gave us children hope.
In the fire’s glow
We recognized the depth of our existence.
We became the fire’s light, a part of this world.
On long nights, the sparks became a chain of memories.
In the expanse of the world, this became the name of our truth:
Children of the fire of the sun.
Over hundreds of years
The fire became part of our stories;
The stories became identity
That story that is ours.
