Everyone has a mother, I don’t have one.

Everyone has a mother, I don’t have one
They have a shade, I don’t have one
Everyone says Zahra got slapped
Everyone believes I don’t have one
Does anyone feel like raising their hands on my mother
Now, with what lonely heart, my father shrouds his love
It’s raining on this house
Ali’s heart is in the house of rain
Our wet eyes are a guest of rain
Ah and wail

Everyone has the strength, I don’t
They sleep well, I don’t
They say it’s easy from the wounds in my side
It’s like they’re used to it, I don’t
How can I say that my mother’s eyes are blue
I was screaming in the streets for help, but no one was there
The hatred in my throat is hidden
Who knows how I feel
I remember all this, it’s raining
Ah, and woe, woe, woe, woe, woe