Striving for a mythical land
to call it home and feel at least safe, has caged us beside these troubling seas.

And chasing this mysterious dream
to be granted by some mighty hearts,
has brought us all on our faint knees.

Those who have dared
to chase their lucks
by wrecked ships to reach
these so-called safe lands
through these tidal seas,
were found faced-down
lying on saline sands.

Their dead bodies were lying
without shrouds for days,
yet nobody regretted or dared
to take the humanly stands.

People on the other safe sights
I heard did watch them drowning
with their children and families,
with chains in their hands and legs.

Yet, they arrogantly laughed
at their miseries and sufferings
and wished to watch more;
as much as they
helplessly begged.

Shipwrecks of broken dreams
and shattered hopes
with heartbreaking tales,
often remained
unheard and untold.

Instead, they annihilated us all
from our families and parents
and fastened their chains
and put their thick knives
on our throats to torture us
for the crime
that we have never committed.

I see them often laughing at us
caught by storm in the heart of
a tidal sea.

Where, even the tidal water
groans on our sufferings,
but alsas, you ignore to see.

This is all we deserve,
I heard from them myself
“to be annihilated and if needed,
even to be put in grave too.”

I wish you could be human enough to percieve our sufferings and groans, and at least don’t arrogantly judge us if you can’t walk in our broken shoe.
By: Abdul Samad Haidari
(05/12/2017 – 8:35 PM).

About samad1986

Abdul Samad Haidari is a poet, writer, teacher and a former freelance journalist, currently residing in Indonesia as a stateless refugee. He is the author of The Red Ribbon He fled his home country at the age of seven and grew up wandering in Pakistan and Iran as a child refugee, and was separated from his family for the majority of his childhood. For two years, at the age of eight and nine, he was forced into child labour in the construction industry in Iran. In contrast, Pakistan offered refugees like him the opportunity to study and work. This education and work experience culminated in Abdul teaching computer studies and English language courses at the Intel Computer Center and Pak Oxford Professionals. After the collapse of the Taliban government, Abdul returned to Afghanistan thinking that the security situation had improved, and that he could take part in the reconstruction of his war-torn country. With this in mind, Abdul served as a freelance journalist and humanitarian aid-worker in areas of the country that remained dangerous to civilians because of the influence of terrorist groups. Abdul served with the Norwegian refugee council (NRC), ActionAid Afghanistan, Daily Outlook Afghanistan group of newspapers, and The Daily Afghanistan Express. As a freelance journalist, Abdul wrote articles and editorials about on-the-ground realities, which were then circulated widely. These had a particular focus on women and children’s rights, corruption, transparency and accountability in government, warlords and terrorist groups’ actions and the systematic persecution of minority groups in both Afghanistan and Pakistan.
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  1. samad1986 says:

    Yes very unfortunately. Today, humans suffering has gone too high.


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