I didn’t know you were wise
or who you were working so hard for.
I understood later.
I think now of all the pain
in your heart.

Ah! My father!
You live in this world
with dejected, sleepless eyes.
A tired body.
Hands, hardened and wounded,

warm, but not soft.
You always lived for us!
When I didn’t have comforts,
you never stopped working, nights, days.
Your world filled with hopes for me.

Your faith in my future
was the gift you brought from your homeland.
Ah, how I longed to see
a smile from your heart.
But life never let you.

By Zahra A.

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