{"id":1232,"date":"2021-07-15T09:26:33","date_gmt":"2021-07-15T09:26:33","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.azizisa.org\/en\/?p=1232"},"modified":"2021-11-22T22:56:25","modified_gmt":"2021-11-22T22:56:25","slug":"the-tears-of-the-uyghurs","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.azizisa.org\/en\/the-tears-of-the-uyghurs\/","title":{"rendered":"The tears of the Uyghurs"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p>poet: unknown&nbsp;<br>Translated by <a href=\"http:\/\/www.azizisa.org\/en\" data-type=\"URL\" data-id=\"http:\/\/www.azizisa.org\/en\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noreferrer noopener\">Aziz Isa Elkun&nbsp;<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Hot like fire, red like blood,&nbsp;<br>The city furthest from the sea.&nbsp;<br>The tears of the Uyghurs,&nbsp;<br>Never stop day and night.&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Hands were fractured, heads were smashed,&nbsp;<br>Lives dedicated to suffering.&nbsp;<br>My food tastes like poison&nbsp;<br>With my last breath I say My country.&nbsp;<br><br>I live far from my homeland,&nbsp;<br>Tears wet my pillow.&nbsp;<br>Allah created us with mercy,&nbsp;<br>Look at what we have become.&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image size-full\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"491\" height=\"675\" src=\"https:\/\/www.azizisa.org\/en\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/11\/Uyghurning_yigha_awazi.png\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-1281\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.azizisa.org\/en\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/11\/Uyghurning_yigha_awazi.png 491w, https:\/\/www.azizisa.org\/en\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/11\/Uyghurning_yigha_awazi-218x300.png 218w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 491px) 100vw, 491px\" \/><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<p> <!--more--><\/p>\n<p><br><br><\/p><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>poet: unknown&nbsp;Translated by Aziz Isa Elkun&nbsp; Hot like fire, red like blood,&nbsp;The city furthest from the sea.&nbsp;The tears of the Uyghurs,&nbsp;Never stop day and night.&nbsp; Hands were fractured, heads were smashed,&nbsp;Lives dedicated to suffering.&nbsp;My food tastes like poison&nbsp;With my last breath I say My country.&nbsp; I live far from my homeland,&nbsp;Tears wet my pillow.&nbsp;Allah created<\/p>\n<p class=\"readmore\"> <a href=\"https:\/\/www.azizisa.org\/en\/the-tears-of-the-uyghurs\/\" title=\"Read The tears of the Uyghurs\">Read more&#8230;<\/a> <\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[30,22],"tags":[176,175,174],"class_list":["post-1232","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poem-translation","category-uyghur-world","tag-5th-july-urumchi-massacare-2009","tag-the-tears-of-the-uyghurs","tag-uyghur-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.azizisa.org\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1232","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.azizisa.org\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.azizisa.org\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.azizisa.org\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.azizisa.org\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1232"}],"version-history":[{"count":7,"href":"https:\/\/www.azizisa.org\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1232\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1282,"href":"https:\/\/www.azizisa.org\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1232\/revisions\/1282"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.azizisa.org\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1232"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.azizisa.org\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1232"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.azizisa.org\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1232"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}