My Friendship with pen and paper

I broke ….
so slow so that the shattering sound of my fall does not hurt anyone;
a slow one that only the walls of my room,
God himself and I heard the crushing sound of my collapse.

All the strings inside me have broken
but I cried sometimes, yet I didn’t not cry instead, I chose to face the sky, smiling back and pleaded, I don’t want to cry anymore
but sob and gulp every teardrop inside
which you know is harder than crying itself!

And then He answered, “Hold my power,
the pen, and let your tears drop on the paper,
I will count them and wipe them with joy.” So, I embraced His power….
the mighty pen, I borrowed its strength,
it carefully begun to craft the falling sound,
and teardrops that I interpreted back;
the paper I beseeched its mighty space,
listened with all attention to screen
whatever I murmured…
without any judgments,
without any arguments,
without any complains,
or without asking for
someone’s permission.

My friendship with these pen and paper sought a prestigious stage, where I could hear my pen talking to me and saw the paper smiling back to me with unexplainable joy through which I saw His Mighty Face!

These pen and paper fixed me,
mended me, stitched back my internal wounds,
refitted me, amended me,
altered me, modified me,
re-directed me, exalted me, accompanied me,
pitched me, patched me,
purified me, adjusted me,
healed me, corrected me,
reformed me, rescued me,
renewed me, remembered me,
rebuilt me, aided me,
assisted me, cherished me,
valued me, respected me,
encouraged me, rectified me,
troubleshot me, revived me,
assembled me, celebrated me, reintegrated me, served me,
sheltered me, repaired me
and answered my every question
with open smile…
And He whom I communicated to,
loved me dearly with His all strength!
By: Abdul Samad Haidari

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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