rayhanm
fight for right
My friends came right after the sun set,
with the message of this world,
faith and with the wisdom of a baby.
The light which supposed to come out from their eyes
was deemed with early spring storm.
I could see the soldiers of the desert running for water.
Their thirst, determination and their hidden courage were
all circling in a kaleidoscope…
One after another world came and went pass quietly;
But we kept talking and discussing and …
And we planted the seeds of love in our hearts.
While John[1] in the emerald land running a long run
In search of his spirit,
We all set aside our differences…
Rayhan in the bay of Bengal, Saif[2] from the corner of an eastern curry house,
Sumaya[3], Dewi, Surya, Oya, Bakar, Sarimah, Yusuf and Esra[4]-
They are all the inhabitants of a world without boundaries;
We all looked through the sun that was beaming over the
Mountains of Scottish moorland…
And we prayed for Iqra’s safety in her own Iraqi house,
As her prayers are still coming out through Samia’s[5] pen.
We prayed for a land, a safe play ground for the kids
In the third sacred place of the believers.
Tears dropped silently and in the reflection
we saw the moon having an eclipse.
M Rayhan
25th February 2008
[1] Very good Irishman, my relative too
[2] Friend from UK
[3] My half … J
[4] They are all very close friend and I met them in different places in different occasion
[5] Samia is in UK wrote a book “This is Truth” about a little Iraqi girl
with the message of this world,
faith and with the wisdom of a baby.
The light which supposed to come out from their eyes
was deemed with early spring storm.
I could see the soldiers of the desert running for water.
Their thirst, determination and their hidden courage were
all circling in a kaleidoscope…
One after another world came and went pass quietly;
But we kept talking and discussing and …
And we planted the seeds of love in our hearts.
While John[1] in the emerald land running a long run
In search of his spirit,
We all set aside our differences…
Rayhan in the bay of Bengal, Saif[2] from the corner of an eastern curry house,
Sumaya[3], Dewi, Surya, Oya, Bakar, Sarimah, Yusuf and Esra[4]-
They are all the inhabitants of a world without boundaries;
We all looked through the sun that was beaming over the
Mountains of Scottish moorland…
And we prayed for Iqra’s safety in her own Iraqi house,
As her prayers are still coming out through Samia’s[5] pen.
We prayed for a land, a safe play ground for the kids
In the third sacred place of the believers.
Tears dropped silently and in the reflection
we saw the moon having an eclipse.
M Rayhan
25th February 2008
[1] Very good Irishman, my relative too
[2] Friend from UK
[3] My half … J
[4] They are all very close friend and I met them in different places in different occasion
[5] Samia is in UK wrote a book “This is Truth” about a little Iraqi girl