They brought you through the gates in chains, your head held low, your pride remained. They called you enemy beneath our roof, a foreign cross, a stranger to our truth. I saw the blood and dust upon your skin, and everything I knew cried out: the enemy. But when your eyes for once encountered mine, I saw no demon there — I saw a man. What if the truths that we believe in are only walls between our hearts? What if we only see each other when everything else falls apart? Between two worlds, between the crescent and the cross, between the words: You are my enemy. Where gardens bloom while the Holy Land is burning, I looked into your eyes and saw your humanity. Between two worlds that never learned to reconcile, maybe one heart can be stronger than the hate. I came a knight across a foreign sea, for God, for honor, for what I believed. Now iron marks the wrists that held a sword, and every gaze condemns me as their foe. But you ask questions no one dares to ask, as if our worlds were more than light and dark. And when you walk alone among the flowers, I no longer know which side is truly ours. What if the borders that divide us are only lines that men have drawn? What if the silence shared between us holds more truth than any war? Between two worlds, between the crescent and the cross, between the words: You are my enemy. Where gardens bloom while the Holy Land is burning, I looked into your eyes and saw your humanity. Between two worlds that never learned to reconcile, maybe one heart can be stronger than the hate. If I walk beyond these gates tonight, there will be no turning back. Jamal will come to find us, and my father will never understand. I was taught that I should fear you, I believed it all my life. Yet of all the men around me, I trust you with my life tonight. If you truly place your life into my hands, I will follow step by step. And if Jamal should find us, then let him come and find me first. What tomorrow holds for either one of us, neither your God nor my heart knows. But tonight you will not walk alone, whatever waits beyond these walls. For what they taught us to call hatred, for one single breath of time, has lost its name between us. Damascus sleeps beneath the scent of roses, while behind its walls the anger grows. The city shines like paradise before us, while blood still stains the roads beyond its gates. And two who never should have become friends begin to question everything they know. What yesterday appeared to be a boundary is fading in the gardens, soft and slow. Between two worlds, between the crescent and the cross, we both were taught: The other is the enemy. But where gardens bloom and beyond the walls Damascus burns, beneath your chains I saw the human being first. Between two worlds, between love and loyalty, you can build your walls — but hearts refuse to stay apart. And if tomorrow everyone still calls the other enemy, there will remain one truth: I looked at you and saw a human being. Two worlds. One garden. Between the crescent and the cross, the enemy becomes a human being.
