WHEN A MOTHER GOES FOR HAJJ...

WHY, REFUGEE?

bismillahir rahman irraheem

when innocence is crushed and left mangled,
a refugee is made.
when bombs indicate form of life,
a refugee is made.
when smoke rises from fires not chimneys,
a refugee is made.
when home is within bomb shelters,
refugees are made.
when sleeplessness and hunger infest children,
a refugee is made.
when we sleep while they cry,
a refugee is made.
when we celebrate life and they delight in mere survival,
a refugee is made.
when we shake our heads in mortification,
and they stand firm in the face of adversity.
when we shed tears in our pillows,
and they straighten their backs to toil on grim faced.
when our sleep is fitful out of fear,
and they only rest when laid to do so.
that.... that is when we make a refugee!