I am all the identities, not just a refugee!

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I am the living canvas in transition

A soft striking brush in translation

The teardrops of all carved colours

And the droplets from a lake

into a big ocean.

I am a peaceful night

I am not just a shadow

but a graceful down,

a galaxy of wistful stars!

I am an attempt of a perfect artist

on a sailing boat, under a vast sky

I am the human directions

A warrior

A translation of memories!

I am a human-loving soldier;

I carry the white flags of peace

only upon my right shoulder

I am the harvest of all seasons

The top tropical fruits of all nations!

I am the loving ears

The singing songs of love

I pray for you with every breath

that I beg.

Do not only focus on my labels

because I am more than these,

I am the face of humans,

all the identities you seek!

I am not just an object

to be played with or thrown away

I am relevant to all occasions

I am the articulation of future

paving the paths for generations to come

I am here sharing the space fully,

I am in – because I belong everywhere.

I need no ill, uneducated representative

to speak for me – I am my own voice.

Because, no one lived my life

No one walked the miles,

I walked…

Crossed the oceans,

I sailed alone.

Shared the bullet holes’ pain,

I endure.

Neither anyone wishes to do so.

I won’t allow my past

and present to eat me alive

Neither shall I allow you

to paint me with your rough brushes

Do not think of me only as a victim (Refugee)

I am a warrior, a strong Hazara child

I am the dreamer, a vision

I am the sown, reaping seeds

which have come to harvesting!

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@Abdul Samad Haidari

Jakarta, Indonesia.

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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