My Country, My Pride

suicide blast in Kabul

Everywhere is dark like a night without stars
Silence has taken over
Blood has covered the alleys and streets
The houses have been damaged
The gun’s sound has been the song in our ears
Dead bodies, barefoot children
Women crying, people dying from hunger
Fathers selling their children for money

Our street is filled with tanks and bombs
We no longer hear children flying their kites
It seems we have forgotten how to smile
No one smiles

It seems just a few are left alive
But without hopes for the future
Without feelings
We could be counted as dead bodies

Fear of talking about bringing change has taken over
Everyone wears black
Everyone is mournful
I am stuck with thousands of questions in my head

What has happened to us?
Why does everyone cry?

I know the answers
But they are not stopping me
I will learn from what has happened
I will move on
I will take the rest with me

Oh, my dear country!
Oh, my pride!
I will build you once again.

By Zahra A.

Photo: People react seconds after a suicide blast targeting a Shiite Muslim gathering in Kabul on December 6, 2011. A suicide bomber attacked a Shiite Muslim shrine in central Kabul where a crowd of hundreds had gathered for the festival of Ashura, killing scores of people in what appeared to be an unprecedented sectarian attack. (Najibullah Musafer/Reuters).


Comments

  1. Dear Zahra,
    You’ve done an excellent job of conveying a terribly harrowing situation and of describing the experience of survivors. I found these lines especially powerful:
    “But without hopes for the future
    Without feelings
    We could be counted as dead bodies”
    Thank you for sharing this piece with the world. I look forward to reading your next one.
    Claire

  2. My Lord, what a poem! I wanted to say that this was a call to arms, but it is the opposite of that–it is a call to rise up, yes, but in love! To rise up, and share wisdom! And caring! There are so many knock-out lines. I agree with the ones Claire quotes, especially “We could be counted as dead bodies.” But to begin with “Everywhere is dark like a night without stars” and then to end with “I will build you once again” makes me want to stand up and cheer out loud! Keep up this excellent work, Zahra. Much to be proud of here. All best, Stacy

  3. Zahra,

    Thank you for sharing your beautiful words. I can feel your pain and hope all at once. Your past two stanzas brought me to tears.

    Please keep writing and sharing your thoughts, hopes and dreams. We all believe in you.

    Melissa

  4. Dear Zahra:

    Thank you for your poem. I didn’t need to see the photo posted with your writing. Your words created a image of the event and your feelings about your country.

    Harriet

  5. Nabil Shariq says:

    Dear Zuhra,
    The current situation in Afghanistan is exactly how it is described in your writing. I hope we witness a bright and peaceful Afghanistan in the near future.

    Bests,

  6. Mona berry says:

    Dear Zahra
    Its really heart touching but shocking. U’ve explained the whole pain people r going through in Afgan. The pain nd suffering chidren r getting there who born to see a beautiful world is beggar description. V should b ashamed of humanity as human beings wat v r doing on dis beautiful planet nd gods creation.

Speak Your Mind