Why Forgive

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Editor’s note: This poem was written for the victims of the February 16, 2013, bomb attack that killed eighty-four in Quetta, Pakistan, home to many Afghan Hazara immigrants. Our writer says, “It was two days after that, when people were sitting next to their beloved ones, waiting for justice from the government. Mothers were making breakfast for their lost children and they brought it to them next to their bodies. This was written for them.”

In search of a better life I left my country
I found happiness in your land
I made a house of my dreams,
small but very peaceful.
I worked for your land, for your people,
Giving my blood, my passion, my love to you
I accepted you as one of mine
You were my new family.
We are the same,
Muslim, Christian, Hindu, Buddhist.
These are just terms that divide us,
We are human.

Why kill each other
Why do you treat me as a stranger
Why am I different
Why should I forgive you for the way you looked at me
Why does no one hear the cries, the tears of loss
Why do my people in Quetta suffer?
Why should I forgive the people who did this?
Why don’t we learn we are all the same
Why forgive these cruelties.

By Marzia N.

Photo: Banaras Khan /AFP/Getty Images


  1. liz titus says:

    Dear Marzia,
    What a brave, shocking poem this is! Your argument that we are all the same rings so true for me. If only… the world would learn this, and the killing would end.
    My thoughts are with you,

  2. Dear Marzia,
    This is such a powerful homage to your people, murdered so brutally. You’ve expressed your sense of betrayal so eloquently. Thank you for sharing yourself in this poem.

  3. Marzia,
    This poem really expresses your sadness and anger. When people do such terrible things, it can be very hard to forgive. You are being very honest to say that here. I hope you will keep writing.

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