Shafiq, 29
- Missy Sorhirun
- Oct 22, 2015
- 1 min read
Kabul, Russia, 2006
Happy family, I was in,
With a lovely doctor, as a mother,
And a hard working father, for the government,
I cannot forget about my smart, undergraduate brother…
My family has cast away to Pakistan, so alone I was studying,
I became a translator, for U.S. Companies,
CNN news, Cisco, and American Express,
My family has returned, happy family, I was in…
They invaded my personal space, I heard three “bangs,”
Bang! I turned my head to the left, seeing my father collapsed,
Bang! I turned my head to the right, my mother laid still as a rock,
Bang! My heart was no longer with me, yet I was still running…
I managed to escape, but I could not rest peacefully in a place I called home,
With all the money I have left, I bought a ticket,
Five hours plane ride, felt like a lifetime of sadness,
It is lonely being alive, goodbye happy family
This poem was based on a true story of a survivor, who is now living safely in New York, USA.
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