A bit of poetry I wrote to express my feelings about my homeland – Iraq, following recent attacks in Baghdad.
Our prayers are with the families of the victims of the Karada bombing. This crisis has given Iraqis all around the world the opportunity to unite, and fight against terrorism together. This piece is called homeland.
A tale of two lovers unfolds underneath the starry skies
It’s beginning is perched within a palm tree’s eyes.
A stranger was wondering in a stranger’s land
Lost and alone, he asked the trees and sand
“Where is this land of hope that I have come to find?
They say it cradles every child of mankind
It’s majesty so high, the clouds tremble and cry
And it’s beauty bewitches men, as the aster bewitches the butterfly.”
The trees and sand laughed and said
“Master, your eyes are blind to this land
‘Tis only through the sight of your heart that you may find
The land that flirts with many but loves very few.”
And so he travelled for 40 days and 40 nights
Until stumbling upon the river banks
He asked the river “who are you?”
The river replied “I am the Tigris who nurtures the people of the East
My sister – the Euphrates – nurtures the people of the West
Together we guide the suitors of the land to the south
For it is here where you will find what you seek.”
And so the stranger travelled through a stranger’s land, weeping with every step he took
Until halting where the two siblings met, finding nothing but barren land
A brush of wind took his sanity and he cried out to the sky
“My lord why have you forsaken me?
I am merely a lonely stranger searching for my homeland”
He slept with his eyes open until the starless midnight took his sight
A sweet rosy breath rested on his neck
And a hand stroked his heart
A voice whispered in his ear “did I not tell you only the heart can see me”
Apprehensively, the man opened the curtains of his heart
And saw everything he was blind to.
He saw the land of hope in all it’s grandeur, glory and greatness
He saw it’s beauty, sublimity and eminence.
He shouted “who are you?!”
A voice roared – “I am Iraq the great. I am the parent of the orphan
And I am the clothing of the poor
I am the home of the homeless and the lover of the lonely
I give my people hope when there is none
I give them a family when they don’t have one
I give them the fruits of life so they may live
I give them a crisis so they may unite
Yet you asked me who I am?
I am your homeland oh stranger!
I take a thing and give you something better
I took your sight and gave you the world
And still you complain to the Lord?”
The stranger smiled and said
“I will never complain again because you, oh Iraq,
You are the only thing that makes life worth living”