Shima Nesari Haghighi Fard
'The world will know'
Why don't you speak my dear?
Do not tell me I am left alone
I need you near, my darling
My heart is not made of stone
Our daughter needs her dad
She has no place under these bombs
I am speechless with bloody hands
O' angels sing for my land, the Psalms
My tears have washed my hands
My little house is on fire
And I am a lonely pregnant woman
My land is bewailing with choir
Where should I go with no coins?
But with a girl and a baby to be born
My feet are weak, and my man sleeps there
Should I run or should I mourn?
My land and my home are dancing in fire
And my daughter is crying with a tender sound
Should I embrace her, escape from my land
And leave my husband's body on the ground?
The world will know me as a refugee
Will people shelter my little daughter?
Will they care for a lonely woman?
And will they give us some drinking water?
If you do not believe in my homelessness
I will return back to my land
But please trust the innocent eyes of my girl
She is asking for your caring hand
Published in Association for protection of refugee women and children (Hami)
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