I have been through many wars
Wars that took my parents away from my nation
And from the world
I have heard my brothers screaming
Seen them crying silently
Found their tears in the Abaseen River
The blood of my people in Harirood
Is this what we were born for?
Is war all we will ever know?
Do we want to kill so others may live?
Or can we change?
My brothers are barefoot in the snow
Sleeping jammed together
And dead outside
Their rights and thoughts have been destroyed
I never wanted this life
This life as difficult as any in the world
I am a sinless member of my society
My heart a dewdrop
And still people humiliate me and accuse me of crimes
We can end these wars only through education
But no one lets me go to school
How can I have the solution?
When will these wars end?
When will I have a peaceful life?
Hope tells me to keep going
And within me
The Indus River, also known as the Abaseen (“Father of All Rivers”), which flows from the Himalayas through Pakistan to the Arabian Sea. Photo by M. Atif Saeed.