I am from a country where houses and schools are burned
I can smell the smoke and hear painful
voices with hearts breaking from sorrows of loss
That say: Stop. We don’t need war anymore

I am from a country where women burn themselves
to commit suicide and escape from their family’s violence
I can hear the voices
That say: Stop. We don’t need violence anymore

I am from a country where everyone struggles
to bring a positive change for a peaceful life
Where peace workers are like angels,
But the change comes too slow.

I am from a country where hundred thousands of
eyes look toward a peace
that still can barely be visualized.

By Zakia