Posted in Anti-war, Children, Poetry, Spoken-word

His Name Was Aylan Kurdi

Aylan

All I want to do is go to school when I’m a big boy

Yesterday, we went on a big adventure

Little steps and big leaps we had to go in a boat

Ammi and baba were praying holding onto us tight

Nearly there”, so I thought the scary bit was over


Galip

Gasping for air, baba pushed us higher

Aylan’s tears were bleeding mirroring my fear

Last breath, then black and

It didn’t matter anymore

Peace


Rehan

Realising how dangerous this voyage will be

Enveloping my children so that they’ll be protected

Help us please! We screamed so many times

Anything to bring our children to safety

Now we drift ashore and the cries echo back to your conscience


Abdullah

Abandoned our country we had to escape

Broke off our ties and went on our way

Desperately wanted to make our children safe

Undertook this journey that will haunt me till I leave

Longing for my babies back I’ll sit by them till I leave

Longing for my wife back I’ll sit by her till I leave

And now they want to help us but for me it’s too late

Humanity, a lesson-compassion is not a mistake

-a.K.a-


I have a problem with the world. Why has it taken so long for us to open our eyes? Did you not learn from history, the sole reason we preserve it and teach it. The sole reason that we will not repeat it? Headlines read it’s the ‘immigrant crisis’ but I just see humans fleeing problems the West has created, then left it. If you don’t want them to live in your country, don’t destabilise theirs, then leave them with no society. I’m not saying it’s all the fault of the West. Believe me, I’m not naive to politics. I’m just saying, there was a part to play when everyone got trigger happy and decided the ME was the next target. Responsibility, but first humanity. It is not a issue for politics, just open your eyes to the tragedy. We can’t even open up our homes for the children, because the rules are so set on people being homeless. It’s hopeless. Learn the meaning of migrant versus the meaning of refugee. Stop labelling and criticising. They say be real be practical, but I just can’t get past the anguish in their eyes. I don’t actually know how you sleep at night!?

-a.K.a-

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Author:

Hi, my name's Aisha and I am 24 years of age. I'm passionate about writing poetry. Sometimes, I don't know how to convey my thoughts in normal conversation but I can spin off a poem about what I am feeling in 5 minutes. Or less. Writing is my thing. Like it is a lot of people's 'thing' and sometimes the only 'thing' that is a sufficient outlet to stop us all from going crazy. There's a lot of pain and anxiety in my poems, but often relief, which I find hard to convey but manage to slip it in at the end with a reference from the Quran or a hadith. If you feel you recognise this same emotional attachment to words, then feel free to read my blog and do not hesitate to contact me, comment and subscribe! Peace, Aisha -a.K.a-

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