From El Fasher, peace be upon you.

I am alfashir

And I saw them

With my own eyes

Burning me

Lighting the fire in my head

Crushing me

Playing with me

And then

And shouting with ecstasy and power

Dancing on my corpse, not to be forgotten

And piles of dead flesh near me

The smell of roasting meat near me

And the wailing, active bereaved women

El Fasher is in the grip of the furnace

The fire is merciless

The war is merciless

We are trapped

In the forgotten cities and fortresses

Blood is our companion and death is our friend

And killing and murder accompany us

Nay, madness

The sinners from the deserts of the earth

Coming by order of Sudan and the executioner are the rulers

And my bottle is full of sandalwood

And my house is warm from years

But the wandering of the earth

Breaked the crime

And all the trickery is to be

A woman of the earth's bricks at all times

If perhaps the world's silence will be

My excuse is my dress

And the remains of food in the hearth

The smell of my hungry little ones

Damn the war And the furnace

I die for honor and dignity

For the land, and nothing remains

Nisya Minsiya

And a destiny that does not betray