An Orphan’s Hope

My hands are cold and wounded.
My feet are bare.
My clothes are old and rotten.
My cheeks are crevices for my tears
My heart is broken.
My pains are uncountable.

Whose fault is it—
me or my destiny?
Joy, affection, kindness
school, bread, and love
are dreams and phantoms.

No one is kind now
even time, weather, and earth’s cold weather
are symbols of indignation
for me and my family.
I am sad when I wonder:

what will my family eat?
how will they warm the house?
how will my father provide school clothes
for my siblings now he is unable to work?

I wish life was not hard
I wish

a warm house
tranquility, a morsel of bread,
and good memories

were our destiny.
Neither are now or in my dreams

BUT
I will never give up.
I will be like spring
and green all the places again.
I will fight against my destiny
until our faces smile.
I will make good memories of life
and opportunities for education
I promise these will not be just dreams
but will become true.
True

By Zahra A.

Photo: Qais Usyan/AFP/Getty Images


Comments

  1. Love to you from the other side of the world.

  2. Kepp it up Sis Jan. These feelings will help you grow stronger.. lots of love :)

  3. Zahra jan, such a sad poem, but filled with such hope. Beautiful!

  4. Beauty is around , keep looking and writing!

  5. Kensley says:

    I like the part where you say you will never give up!!! You have so many people thinking about you janum! Keep up the writing, you have a true gift!

  6. Beautiful poem, keep writing and never give up! I will be thinking about you and your family. I wish that all your dreams be fulfilled one day.

  7. Beautiful!!

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