you broke the ocean in
half to be here.
only to meet nothing that wants you
– Immigrant // Nayyirah Waheed
I don’t remember when I wrote the poem below but it was a long time back. It doesn’t even have a name. When I wrote it I didn’t care for expression or choice of words or to make some kind of an impact on the reader. I just wrote this out of the pain I felt that could not help itself just wanting to find an outlet. Be it in words that did it no justice.
Today I am sad again because the world isn’t any better, may be worse. And even worse for the whole Ummah. #Brexit was preferred because that was the only way to stop immigrants (?) I am not from the UK but how depressing is that. Not to mention the political and media tirade against muslims. And I want this to encourage me to be the good I want to see.
I know there are still people in this world who would rather have open arms than clinched fists and hope is ever alive.
Just had to get the sadness out there so that we remember the people from our ummah who have nowhere to go and in the hope that these trials will be a turning point for the rest of us, a turning point that leads us back to Allah.
There is a Syria in each one of us
A Yemen coursing through my veins right now
My tears drip in the shape of Afghanistan’s map,
The nerves in my eyes are screaming for Gaza
And every heavy breath supposed to be an ode to Iraq
I think of the little girl who cries through the night
And when she tires of crying she falls asleep among the deafening sound of missiles
Another day spent hoping for death
This is why my body is a battle ground
And every war I fight kills a little of me, keeps a little alive
Victory is the luminous smoke from my burnt remains
Can you see a phoenix rising?