I was a child like a breeze—beautiful and fresh
I was born during war where people try to escape
I gave smiles with my small lips to other’s smiles
I was a morning breeze entering houses with happy families
I was not powerful enough to cure their pain of losing loved ones
But the wind before every rain shakes all trees
Now this little breeze is a wind
Like a child who grows into a teenager
The wind’s voice can be heard before it comes to the forests and cities
But no one knows my voice, no one clearly hears it.
I am a beautiful wind before the rain.
I do not yet have enough power to support poor people
Or help the flower buds from begging on the streets
I do not have power to bring the flower bud to the master gardener
But I am now a wind, and I will become a powerful young storm
That lifts up the innocent, like seeds growing in the dirt
The young storm is beginning
It will hug every poor and orphaned child
And paint a beautiful picture of life with all the colors of nature.
After that storm ends, will rise a beautiful rainbow.
Farida Fa., age 16
Beautiful poem, Farida! Full of power and elegant imagery. Well done! Stacy
Dear Stacy ,
Thanks from your ideas.
Hi,
Awesome, dear Farida fa.
Best of luck to you!
Dear Farida — This is a beautifully written poem — such strength and confidence! The imagery you use is stellar and clearly outlines your desire to make changes in the world. Well done! Nancy
Dear Nancy,
Thanks so much! 🙂
A beautiful and moving poem, Farida. Brava! I hope your young breeze will caress many hearts and bring the sounds of your country to many foreign lands.
Luisa
Dear Materassi,
Thnks from your ideas .
farida
Dear Farida,
Thank you for this beautiful poem. I, too, love the imagery you have painted for us as readers. I was very moved and inspired. I know you will do great things as you grow into that young storm.
Best of luck to you, elise
Farida, you’re such a brave young woman. Strong and beautiful, with a strong voice, it may seem like no one hears you, but I do. You bring happiness to all those you can. I too try to make everyone happy, I learned that it’s impossible to do, but we still try. You have so much going on, yet you manage to stay strong, a symbol of hope to young children who might never blossom into young men and women. I would love to know how you do it, how you manage to stay so happy in this crisis. I think you’re amazing for being able to do the things you do. Thank you staying strong, I pray you continue to bring hope and happiness to the younger children around you, hopefully they blossom into the beautiful young adult you are today.
dear Farida i was moved by this poem. how do you survive everyday? And, in your opinion has the war made you stronger? these are things i would like to know because just you being alive inspires me. Your story reminds me of how everyday is a challenge but nothing is impossible and we may be few in numbers or small in size but with time brings strength and wisdom, and one day what they said was impossible will be our legacy.
-Eloy 15 Austin, Texas
Dear Farida, I thought your poem was a beautiful reminder of what it means to be caring for others even in harsh times. I can’t imagine the struggle you went through, but I can tell by your poem you were strong enough to overcome it and that’s amazing. I believe you have a great future with the heart you carry to help others and I pray you and your family become better.
Dear Farida,
It’s really beautiful.
I like all but especially this part:
It will hug every poor and orphaned child
And paint a beautiful picture of life with all the colors of nature.
After that storm ends, will rise a beautiful rainbow.
Thanks from all of you and from your powerfull coments!
With loves and smile,
Farida