A visit to a refugee’s lonely tomb

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This is Saturday – almost in the evening,
I and my friend Lasmina are paying a visit 
to Rohullah’s lonely grave.

A small, silent and unfamiliar lane
leading to empty passageways that
host us to this despairing cemetery
where the grief roars as we are walking in.

Nothing much can be seen except
the fresh grass that almost entirely
shrouded Rohullah’s disowned tomb…
I quietly sit there, cleaning them up
one-by-one with thousands of thoughts
articulating in the back of my troubling head.

Only a rotting gravewood
instead of a ‘gravestone’
stands upon his lonesome chest
with his details written on this wood,
are almost washed away by rain.

Few dead leaves and wilted flowers,
I see are laying upon his tomb,
waiting for the mighty wind
to blow them away.

It is surrounded by tall and scary trees;
the gravestones have turned into staring eyes;
the silent, hushing sound of blowing breeze
triumphs over my thoughts –
as the if these people are coughing at me.

No visitor but only the departed leaves
are falling around,
kissing his deceased eyes
as he longs for a familiar visitor,
or his grieving mother and father…!

It has been long forgotten,
no one seems has been here;
his grave has not been visited
in the last one or two years.
The sky is dark…darkened;
the swaying clouds are tempestuous,
roving in grief with tears, pouring down
knocking upon the roofed chests of
these laying bodies with mercy.

Rohullah must be scared laying lonely
among these unfamiliar people
or maybe excited – waving at me
having a familiar person sitting
beside his tomb in this isolated hill,
Ciawi Makam (cemetery).
________________________________
@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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