I often utter them loudly:
I do have an identity
I. Am. A. HUMAN. Being…
beyond these labeled
codes & given numbers –
I. Am. Not. A. Machine.
Not. A. Robot. Either…
I. Am. The. Essence of. You
I am too given birth by a human
I HAVE A FATHER
SIBLINGS & ORIGION
I TOO HAVE A HEART
– I am kind –
– I am compassionate –
– I want to love others –
– I can forgive those who did wrong to me –
I gently put my hand on my chest
I adore it with a calm caressing touch
My heart can hear the notes of my fingers
as my they trace each string of my chest
and love flies!
The curved and scribbled lines on my skin
are temporary scratches on the surface only.
They do not reach out the core of my heart
They can not mark IT…
Or infuse hatred for others…
I remind myself with these comforts
more often now…
I instill these in the core of my mind,
In the light, in my caressing heart,
In the glorious beauty of my eyesight.
* because *
I love my being, my sensational heart.
I love it more & sometimes less.
Though I doubted my temple in the past,
I placed in it:
anxiety & disobedience.
I’ve hated it,
slapped it on the face…
left red marks & wounds
I unloved it…
~~~~ AND ~~~~
For others do not know me
like I know my heart myself!
Though I am not a model,
I treat myself like a model!
I stand in front of
my half-cracked mirror
Putting on a caring smile,
A gentle one perhaps!
Feeding my heart by repeating:
my skin is the symbols of all identities.
I belong everywhere
Relatable to all ESSECNE!
The dirt, the soil of all nations.
My eyes are two vessels of rich lands
My heart recites the verses of all religions.
My chest is the harvesting ground of all tribes…
& Forgiveness can be planted!
I wash all the given labels now
from my forehead in a warm…
I shower them off.
I want to cut off the code
& replace it with my name.
I want to remove the number
& replace it with my family name.
I want to cast off the word ‘refugee’
And curve the word Human Being.
Welcome in this extensive & wide
world of Love & Compassion!
– Go now –
You are free from all confining chains…
But as you enter into this new world,
carry these notes in your loving pouch “chest”:
Hold your head high, but with humility.
Let it not fall on your shoulders again.
Install the pavilion of love
on the grazing landscape of your chest.
Ensconce shelter-less ones,
give them the refuge, they need…
under the shadow of your hovel.
Let the strong roots of smiles grow
thick & green branches on your face.
Do not consume hatred, but only love.
Allow the leaves of love grow thicker.
Shuffle your resurrected feet with care.
Be careful – there might be ants around.
Behold a vision that foresees the best in others –
inject them with the essence
not to only see, but can feel & find out
the invisibilities that others’ fail to meet.
Don’t judge others based on their status,
for every living body is:
Hurting a heart is equal to
destroying the houses of God.
Hold a tongue & feed it
with the dignity and piety
to utter the truth…
Die with piety & pride
rather than living the life of slavery.
Those who are in misuse of power
won’t remain in it forever…
their wealth shall collapse
their status shall transform.
Do not call anyone poor
for poverty recites in those
who holds judgmental hearts.
Who sees wealth in the forms of
physical existence of materials
which only now belong to them
but later on ‘to’ others…
For the only space that belongs to you,
shall be a few miters of soil to shelter
the ashes of your rotting body…
the same soil that you walk upon
its chest with arrogance…!
Spend more time with these people.
Sit with in level ‘on’ the ground.
Spend more time with them & less
with those in power…authority…
Let not their tyranny mark
the divine essence of human being in you.
Only God alone holds the power…
And when doors of:
Open on you
remember to hold a reflection of:
your cracked skin,
the dried patches
on the tops of your toes.
The freckled & numb legs,
you once held.
Kneel down only before Him…
Raise your hands in humility
Towards the sky & call upon Him…
Shed tears if you want… ‘for’…
these teardrops are preciouses to Him…
like the pearls of mysterious diamonds…
Thank Him… for…giving you the strength
To find back yourself
To love yourself again…
For He loves you ‘and’
He alone deserves to be worshiped…
By: Abdul Samad Haidari
(05/10/2019 – 02:14am,