My Birthday: A Poem From an Egyptian Prison

Egyptian poet and lyricist Galal El-Behairy has now spent over five years in prison. PEN International is deeply concerned over his health condition as he pursued a hunger strike to protest his unfair imprisonment. We hold the Egyptian authorities responsible for his physical and psychological health and well-being.

Published at

8 September 2026

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Written by

Galal El-Behairy, Egypt

Poet and Lyricist

Galal El-Behairy is a poet, lyricist, and the 2025 PEN/Barbey Freedom to Write Award Honoree. He was arrested on March 5, 2018 by Egyptian authorities for his writing and later sentenced to three years in prison by a military court. Despite completing this sentence, the Egyptian government continues to bring new charges against him, keeping him behind bars. 

This summer, Galal turned 36. He wrote this poem for his birthday – his ninth consecutive birthday spent in a cell.

Today is my birthday, 

Half passed, 

Half died, 

Half slipped through my fingers in silence, 

untouched, without a breath, 

Half had passed, 

Nothing remains of the day but a mirage, 

reflecting in my soul’s mirror, in the body 

in time that carves me slowly 

Like a tombstone 

A half, complete 

A half, done  

Yet, the rest is ultimate proof of what had withered. 

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It’s a night like all others, 

It did not differ 

but of its bleak blackness, 

The prison doors are like prisons, 

Only widens to narrow back again 

Another dream burns between my fingers, 

burns in my ribs, a bitter flame  

It was my birthday tonight, 

I wish I had been able to catch it 

If I caught it .. unrestrained … free. 

There were no candles. 

Nor singing. 

Not even a discordant note amidst the song— 

yet, I was happy. 

There was no mirror, 

to gaze at and notice,  

the creeping whites in my beard, 

for whom the blacks, 

slowly yielded, defeated. 

My beloved walks in, saying: 

“Why the grim face? 

smile, my dear, 

It’s a party” 

But there was no party. 

No smiling faces. 

No star falling from the sky, 

to make way for a wish, 

in my innocent heart. 

And there was no journey on the road. 

No barge to the shoulder, 

after a wink from a friend: 

"there’s an angel there, waiting for someone to keep her company." 

He said, "Go on, make your move. 

get up and go to her; 

be bold." 

But the truth is... 

Nothing happened. 

It was a night like all others, 

except that... 

when it ended, 

things stirred— 

very old things 

I thought they long passed and gone. 

Among them: 

hope that failed me. 

Me, who thought 

I had lost the very last bit of it, 

on the doorstep of the last prison. 

Hope failed me. 

A childish frustration, 

for not receiving wonderful gifts. 

For all gifts are wonderful. 

And at not hearing, 

everyone’s compliments, 

about how the time that has passed 

pales in comparison to what is yet to come; 

and how there is still so much to life— 

things perhaps fated since the dawn of time, 

and no one shall ever have them, but me; 

and how I am a thousand years younger 

than that number suggests, 

with a thousand years of life ahead of me; 

and all that echoes.. these very thoughts. 

It was a night that passed anyway, 

not a word spoken. 

Oh, little child— 

Who else but me, my friend... 

would be astonished 

at how small you are, 

and that you are safe and sound? 

The night passed—my little one— quietly  

bringing sorrow, yes, 

but a silent and quiet sorrow. 

Yet as for me... 

my heart has been gnawed by the years. 

Don't drag me along with you. 

A year from tonight— 

or a few years after that— 

it will be a time, 

and a place... 

...that won’t be here. 

There will be smiling faces, 

and a star descending from the sky, 

to make way for a wish, 

in my innocent heart. 

There will be a path 

With fresh footsteps— 

steps we never took. 

And then... 

an empty old frame 

may be filled by  

a memory 

we never lived. 

--- 

Translated from Arabic original by Mina Thabet, Head of MENA Region at PEN International 

يوم ميالدى

لجالل البحيري

الن صٌفاتٌ

النصٌماتٌ

النصٌعديٌمابينٌصوابعي منٌسكات

بدونٌماٌأٌدركٌملمسهٌ

واتنفسهٌ

النصٌماتٌ

مشٌباقيٌمنهٌغيرٌسرابٌ

فيٌمراية الروحٌفيٌالجسدٌ

في زمان بيحفرنيٌفيٌأناة

وكأني شاهدٌمقبرةٌ

نصهٌأكتملٌ

نصهٌاتعملٌ

أماٌاللىٌباقيٌدليلٌمؤكد

علىٌاللىٌماتٌ

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ودىٌليلهٌتشبهٌاللياليٌكلهاٌ

لمٌتختلفٌ

إالٌفيٌسوادٌلونهاٌالعميقٌ

وأبوابٌزنازنٌ

كالزنازنٌنفسهاٌ

الٌتتسع

إالٌعلشانٌترجعٌتضيقٌ

وده حلمٌتانىٌ

مابينٌصوابعيٌبيحترقٌ

جوه الضلوع..... مرٌالحريق

كانٌعيدٌميالدٌيٌالليلةٌ

كانٌنفسيٌالحلقه

لوٌحٌالحلقهٌ

حرٌطليق

والٌكانٌشموع

والٌكانٌغنا

والٌصوتٌنشازٌوسطٌالغنا

لكنٌسعيد

والٌكانٌمراية..ٌ

حٌابصٌفيهاٌواكتشف

زحفٌالبياضٌعٌالدقن

بشويشٌوانهزم

لجلهٌالسوادٌ

تدخلٌحبيبتيٌتقول

مكشرٌليهٌكده

اضحكٌياٌوادٌ

ديٌالليلةٌعيد!ٌ

فٌماٌكانشٌعيد

والٌكانٌوجوهٌمتبسمةٌ

والٌنجمٌساقطٌمنٌالسماٌ

بيسبٌمكانهٌألمنيةٌ

فٌقلبيٌالبريءٌ

والٌكانٌفيهٌرحلةٌعلىٌالطريقٌ

والٌكتفٌجامد

بعدٌغمزةٌمنٌصديق

"ومالكٌهناكٌمستنيٌحدٌيونسه"ٌ

قالٌياٌمعلمٌخطوتك

قومٌروحٌلها

خليكٌجريء

أماٌالحقيقةٌإنهاٌ..

ماٌحصلشٌشيءٌ

كانتٌليلةٌتشبهٌللياليٌكلهاٌ

غيرٌإنهاٌ...

لماٌانتهتٌ

اتحركتٌ..ٌ

أشياءٌقديمةٌقديمةٌ

كنتٌبظنهاٌ

راحتٌوعدىٌوقتها

منٌضمنهاٌ

خانيٌاالملٌ

أناٌيالليٌفاكرٌ

إنٌآخرٌحبةٌمنهٌفقدتهم

علىٌعتبةٌالسجنٌاألخير

خاننيٌاالمل

إحباطٌطفوليٌمنٌعدم

نيلٌالهداياٌالمدهشةٌ

كلٌالهداياٌمدهشة

ومنٌعدمٌ

سماعٌمجامالتٌالجميع

عنٌأدٌإيه كلٌالليٌعدىٌمنٌزمنٌ

الٌيحتسبٌجنبٌالليٌجاي

وبإنهٌلسهٌفيٌالحياة أشياءٌكثيرٌ

مرصودةٌيمكن م األزل

ولنٌينالها فٌيومٌسوايٌ

وبإنيٌاصغرٌمنٌالرقمٌده

بألفٌعام

وبأنيٌلسهٌباقيليٌمده فيٌالحياةٌ

ييجيٌألفٌعام

وماٌيشابه....

كلٌهذاٌمنٌالكالم

كانتٌليلةٌمرتٌوالسالم

والٌ....كالم

ياٌأيهاٌالطفلٌالصغيرٌ

مينٌالليٌغيريٌياٌصديقيٌ..

مٌيندهش..

إنكٌصغيرٌ

وانكٌبخيرٌ

الليةٌمرتٌياٌصغري

منٌسكاتٌ

فيٌاحزانٌولكنٌ

حزنٌهاديٌومنٌسكاتٌ

لكنٌأنا...

أناٌقلبيٌعضاهٌالسنينٌ

ماٌتشدينيشٌوياكٌ

زيٌالليلةٌديٌكمانٌسنة

أوٌبعدهٌمنهاٌبكامٌسنة

حٌيكونٌزمان

ويكونٌمكانٌ

وماهوشٌهناٌ..ٌ

وتكونٌوجوهٌمتبسمة

وفيهٌنجمٌنازلٌمنٌالسماٌ

بيسيبٌمكانهٌ

ألمنيةٌقلبيٌالبرئٌ

ويكونٌطريقٌ

فيهٌخطاويٌبكرٌ

ماخدناهاشٌ

وساعتهاٌ...ٌ

ممكنٌيتملي...

بروازٌقديم

لذكريٌفاضيةٌ

معشناهاش

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