It has been a really long time since I used this platform to vent out my anguish, opinions and my thoughts. But now its time to pick it up again, I have the time and mind to do justice towards it.
Ever since the war broke out in Syria and ISIS has emerged, social media and newspapers are filled with horrific images of dead children and stories about how civilians are dying- caught in between the ruling and the opposition. Both of these entities doesnt seem to care about the people for whom they say their fight is. In between all these chaos, ISIS found the nourishing ground to develop into a mighty force in no time. They conquered large parts of Syria and Iraq in no time. Non-sunni communities were terrorised - men and boys were killed, women, young girls were all taken as slaves, sold in open markets and subjected to forced sex and other violence. The so-called protectors of "ISLAM - The religion of peace" could not be more disgusting and cruel. My heart, my prayers goes out to all those women who have suffered, are suffering in their hands. To those people who cannot speak, to those people who become mute spectators while their mothers and sisters and daughters are violated in unmentionable words. This little poem is for you:
In the darkness of the cellar,
She cried and cried.
No one heard her cries
nor her plight!
She will be sold for a silver or a cup!
Little did she know
her life means not so much!
What is in you my man,
If you do not hear her cry!
She is the mother, daughter and a sister
who keeps this planet alive!
In her sweat, in her tears
Its love that flows
like a spring that never dries!
Don't you hear her plight?
Oh if you do not
Then you aren't a man
worthy of a bride!
Don't you hear her cry
when you tear her body apart?
Don't you hear her sob
in the cellers of your dirty thought?
A body so divine,
A mind so beautiful,
A life of giving
& an earth of forgiving.
She is the mother, daughter and a sister you destroy!
No god shall stand by you
neither will the angels!
If he does, he isn't a god,
If he does, he isn't worth of
dust on her feet!
"Mighty" you think you are,
But you are not!
You are a coward,
not worthy of a man!
What is she to me, you may ask!
What do i say, I wonder.
Not short of words,
But its hard to comprehend.
For she is the mother daughter and a sister!
What is sun without light,
plant without fruit,
rain without water,
fire without heat
and tree without shade?
That is what she is , I say.
Do not make her cry,
do not hurt her child!
She may not yell, She may not curse
She may not resist,
for she is the earth of suffering.
Remember My man -
Her curse shall turn oceans dry,
forest into fires
and fertile land into deserts.
No kingdom shall rise on her grave
Nor on a land wet with her tears
Nor on a land where her soul cried in destress!
The earth shall split under your feet,
wet from her tears and her grief!
Behold your hands before you strike!
Think of the mother who gave you the right.
Shame on you My man,
If you do not hear her cries,
You aren't worthy of a man!
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