I Will Rise – Tasmanian Book Launch

Hani is an incredibly brave writer. This book is a cathartic journey, purging her hardships through the creation of beauty. Hani throughout the pain of her experiences has kept hope and joy alive through her poetry. From Somalia to Christmas Island detention to Sydney, the theme of Hani’s challenging life has been and still is ‘I Will Rise’. The poems are full of passion, emotion and intellectual depth. The kind of passion that tears at the reader/listener and forces us to question out won role in keeping prolific artists like this locked away from Australian shores. The richness of her language and the vividness of her imagery signals the beginnings of a great writer. Keep watching this poet.

– Miles Merril, Word Travels.

I Will Rise was written between 2013 and 2016. Hani says: “My pen and paper were bright flashes that lit up my steps. I had no hope other than writing poetry and turning what I wrote into reality”. This she did. I Will Rise reflects Hani’s tenacity and determination, her dedication to writing and her creative approach to all that life has brought.

A huge thank you to Anna Forsyth of Best Light Communications for all her work which went beyond what many would offer.

If you wish to publicise or organise an event in relation to I Will Rise, please contact us at Writing Through Fences fenceswritingthrough@gmail.com and remember to cc. your email to Janet Galbraith at galbraithjanet3@gmail.com to make sure we get it.

TASMANIAN LAUNCH

I WILL RISE by Hani Abdile will be launched in Hobart from 5.30pm on Friday 16th December 2016.

Hobart Bookshop, 22 Salamanca Square, Hobart, Tasmania.

“Hani Abdile is a Somali asylum seeker who came to Australia by boat when she was only 17 years old. Her poetry speaks of experiences most of us could not bear to live through, yet with a courage and passion that defies her circumstances. Hani is based in Sydney, but we are lucky to have her in Hobart for the launch of her extraordinary new book” – Emily Conolan

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Why not our life?

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Yesterday I went to play soccer. After we finished we took some rest. The security officer told us: ‘Everyone go back to the compound’. I told him “I am waiting for the moon’. He said, ‘There is the moon, you can see, look up’. I saw the moon it was very big, looked beautiful. I looked and smiled at the moon and I asked the moon, ‘You light over the world so brightly. Why not our life? How long will we live in this darkness?’ The moon smiled at me and said, ‘Wait patiently please! I look around the world then I come to you’.

But still I don’t know how long it will take.

I feel restless.

  • Rahman (Manus Island August 2016)

A long dusty road

Here is the work of a man who was incarcerated on Manus for 2 years.  He returned under pressure to his country of origin only to have to flee again.  We have kept in contact and he remains part of Writing Through Fences.  Here is some of his story.

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image from hemantsoreng.com

Confusing life

I and a dusty road and a cloudy sky.

I and a long dusty road and a dark cloudy sky.

I and a dusty road, nobody knows where is it’s end.

I and a cloudy sky, nobody knows whether it will get rainy or not.

I and a dusty road, nobody knows how long it takes to get to the end of it.

I and a cloudy sky, nobody knows when it will be stormy or what will happen

to me and dusty road.

Maybe we will get green, maybe we will get puddle.

I and a dusty road, nobody knows whether I can get to the end of it or not.

Maybe we will become friends,

maybe we will finally part.

– M.

I am not a poet but these poems sometimes come to my mind and I can write them.  Not really my mind, they come from my heart.

Thinking about my destination… I came from other side of the world and I came through many countries to get to your country and I couldn’t.  They banished me to PNG, to that prison camp – worse than prison camp.  I went back to my country and had to run away again, to cross many countries again.  I climbed mountains, walked so far, was packed like sheep in a container for 12 hours, took taxi’s, walked so far, slept on streets in freezing rain, boats, camps, sleeping on the wet ground, sometimes in tents, much – too much walking, travelled on buses, walked so far, waited for long times stuck on bridges.

Some days we just had 2 pieces of bread.  I lost too much weight.

When I ran away I was not thinking where I would go. I just had to run away. Now. Run. During 3 years, since I first ran away, and then this second time, I crossed more than 15 countries.

Somedays, yes I get depressed because when I think about future, what will happen…  I am not young and I don’t have time for another journey – and I am a little bit tired now!

I know this country can accept me but do they want to or not?  They can, but will they?

Sometimes I think my life has been wasted.  On the other side I say to myself: Hey boy, you are trying to help yourself and many people don’t have the opportunity you have.

I have faced many kinds of people in my life.  Here, I find that people are kind.  They look at you with open face. Maybe they will accept me.  Maybe this big sky will make a storm again and I will have to stay friends with long dusty road.  Nobody knows if I can get to a destination or not.  I don’t know the answer.  I hope that someone will help me solve these problems, that they will accept me and I can stay here in a peaceful place and let go of that dusty road.

– M.

Nature

This writer from Bangladesh has been incarcerated in Manus Island detention prison for 3 years.

Read and share his beautifully heartbreaking words.

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Nature Breaks

Sometimes nature breaks down into a hundred thousand pieces

when she sees our sorrow.

But no-one realises this.

When security gives us trouble we wait patiently and look at the sky,

for nature to gives us inspiration and sympathy for our lives.

Peace is hiding from us.

There is too much distance between peace and where we are.

 

Of Youth

Youth is like summer flowers.

Suddenly it withers away.

 

  • words by Rahman (Manus Island)

What Matters – Feature Story

A message from Eaten Fish and Dismal Manus

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Forbidden

Where is the freedom and flight?

 

They sign the swallow’s migration as forbidden,

surround the disordered sky with fences,

whip its wings.

Is this his only right?

 

When will the celebration of paper and words be?

 

An unsolved conundrum in a cup of tea!

They cross out the forbidden answer

and burn paper and words simultaneously.

Is this our only right?

 

In this wounded body,

covering its sick soul

they sign ‘forbidden’ on the flower petals,

they burn its stems.

 

Yes, all my rights are the light of a lantern’s flame taken from me.

They sign ‘forbidden’ on my kind moon

They burn stars and night.

 

When will the celebration of paper and words be seen?

  • M. 2015

 

On Peace: A letter to Australia

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On Peace: A letter to Australia

I didn’t run from my country to come and destroy yours.
I came here to join you.
Because we both want the same “peace”
I have chosen to run
so they don’t push me
use me for their criminal plans..

I didn’t want to be victim to their goals
I am here to be united with everyone who is seeking peace

so we can be more numbers than them.
All we want is a world full of joy and peace.

That is not gonna happen if you don’t start believing in me.
I have made that choice

I came here without knowing if you will believe me or not
If you will trust me or not.
No matter what the results are

I will not regret that I have chosen to come here.

I will not regret

I have chosen peace.

 

  • written by I.

Hodan Macanto

This week we are featuring work by Macanto Hodan : Sisters of Hodan.  This group of women are also members of Writing Through Fences.

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  • Friend and boat mate of Hodan’s

 

HODAN CAADY

My dear Hodan caady

I’m thinking of you macnto

one day your life will turn around

your silence will make a sound

you will breathe fresh air

and you will speak loud

sing and roar louder than a lion

and those who imprisoned you will realize

they can no longer dumb your voice.

  • Hani Abdile

 

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FALCON

Falcon my friend i need your help, please fly,
fly up high, above the ocean, and give my message 💌 to Hodan,
You seek no permission,
You need no ID
You are well protected,
You won’t be harmed,
Carry my 💌 and fly,
Fly up high above Dutton,
We are grieving do not greet him he’s greedy,

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Whisper on her ear and say,
Macanto we love you,
Macanto we need you here,
Macanto don’t leave,
Macanto we care,
Macanto we are here ,
Macanto you’re never alone
Macanto we hear you,
Macanto you’re brave,
Macanto you’re strong,
Macanto you’re amazing,
Macanto you’re beautiful,
Macanto Angels are watching,
Macanto God will heal you,
Macanto can you hear me ?
Macanto i gotta leave before the nurse comes,
May God be with you….
By Maria


 

ART WORK BY I.

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FOR HODAN FROM MANUS

‘Hodan bad’weynta burahaan daraada baafin ka dayaaye ,
hadiyaanan bari arag beerka iyo wadnaha iyo qalbiga basaaso baryi waayey awga. Baaqenu wuxu yahey Hodan qurux wanaagey Hodan taan jecleenen barito bogsan.
-M.

The following English translation is a rough summary.

The ocean and the mountains could save your heart and keep you alive but Australia couldn’t. Your heart will recover because you are beautiful, Hodan.


 

 

 

 

 

What Remains: Art and words from and for Nauru

We invite people on Nauru and on Manus to send their words and art at this very sad time. We hold onto love and each other through creation.  You can send your work to Janet Galbraith on Facebook or send us a message here.

Mabsud roses for hodan

 

20 May 2016

By a member who is a friend of Hodan’s.

Hodan Macanto.

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11 May 2015

…..THANKS FOR YOUR HUMANITY ..

The life you have given to me. .
The way you are using with me
And the people who abusing to me

…..THANKS FOR YOUR HUMANITY ..

I didn’t see before this kind of situation
I never thought I will be in bad condition
Taliban was better than u of my nation

…..THANKS FOR YOUR HUMANITY ..

You don’t see I am slowly slowly die
Every day I am listening from you lie
But no one thinking we are doing why?

…..THANKS FOR YOUR HUMANITY ..

You have made for us one graveyard
You are thinking you will win a award
But still you not scaring of mighty Lord

…..THANKS FOR YOUR HUMANITY ..

How many more you want death of us
You can’t feel the horrible breath of us
Why you need to stop smiling and happiness of us.

…..THANKS FOR YOUR HUMANITY ..
What did you do what are you doing and what you will get …
…..THANKS FOR YOUR HUMANITY ..
At least …..THANKS FOR YOUR HUMANITY ..

 – Jajee Khan, Fly Camp, Nauru
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Hodan bad’weynta burahaan daraada baafin ka dayaaye ,

hadiyaanan bari arag beerka iyo wadnaha iyo qalbiga basaaso baryi waayey awga .

Baaqenu wuxu yahey Hodan qurux wanaagey Hodan taan jecleenen barito bogsan.

The following English translation is a rough summary.

The ocean and the mountains could save your heart and keep you alive but Australia couldn’t.  Your heart will recover because you are beautiful, Hodan.

  • Mabsud

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Dear Hodan our darling sister,

We are sorry we are not there to hold your hand and weep tears.
We all need to remember that life will never be smooth. Through the journey there is a lot of obstacles. Seeking protection for yourself is not a crime and we are sorry you felt that way many nights. We are sorry for the pain you are going through.
We are sorry that they think you are just a number in their sight
We are sorry our homeland is not where we can be safe. We are sorry that we cannot bring you into our new home and save you from depression and anxiety.
We hope a day will come when you will get the safety and the humanity that you deserve.
All our love is with you dear sister.
Macanto Hodan: Sisters of Hodan.
(H,A,M,Y,I,S,K,J)

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SOME WORDS FOR OMID AND HODAN FROM THE MEN IN FLY CAMP, NAURU

I want to share some words to my friend who has passed away and my sister who is in the hospital but still in the critical situation.

I have lost my real hope now when I think about my friend Omid.  I think of how he is not here anymore then I get saddened.  When I see the other side then I feel my sister’s pain. I too am covered from all of painful life here. Omid had a hope and came to Australia for a bright future.  He is now alive in my heart .

Hodan set fire on herself in front of R.P.C 1.  Our friend saw her.  They said she sit a bit far away from us.  She was very silent.  She didn’t swearing and didn’t abuse.   We all are watching her.  She is a very kind girl but suddenly she put petrol on herself.   We talked with our friends: ‘See this girl, Hodan, here is raining and she putting water on herself .  Suddenly my friend saw and said other friend this not water because water colour is white but why that liquid colour is yellow?  But at that time she used the lighter and fired herself.  The fire was very terrible and suddenly light comes in the night.  One friend been to R.P.C 1 ‘Help us help us’, but they came late.  Fire took four minutes.

Ooooo my GOD have u forgotten us?  Are we human being?  If we are why we’re suffering here? Please MY  GOD  solve us our problem.   We can’t more endure.  We have lost everything.  We’re in the bad condition.   Have u left us?  Please show your power to all world. You can do anything.

I’m crying and writing this story for my sister Hodan .  Sister you will see you will get healthy and you will be survive.   Don’t give up.  Our prayers with you.

-Fly Camp

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My heart is racing faster than ever, my mind is running miles and miles in a sec, Somebody comfort me, somebody tell me she’s going to be ok,

Somebody tell me she’s in a safe hands,
Somebody tell me she Will survive from this nasty burns, somebody hear me,
Somebody heal my desperate broken soul! By Maria ‪#‎Survive‬ ‪#‎Hodan‬

  • Maria

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My beautiful friend we been through a lot together and i remember sitting with you near the fences when no one else was awake, now I’m sitting here alone crying out loud thinking no one can hear me and wishing the news i heard wasn’t true! Survive my sister i can’t loose you, i need you here in my arms around you, please survive.

I’m watching over asking God not to take you away from us please survive my sister!

  • Maria

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“Farewell”

for Omid

Goodnight my friend

This agony will never mend

You couldn’t withstand anymore

Couldn’t survive this burning tor

Hope you’re resting in peace

And your soul has no more grief

I saw how quiet you slept

I dunno how many tears are left

Farewell,

farewell my friend

My pain,

my pain will never end

I wish this was all in jest

but something has broken

in my chest

You’ll never wake up again

Not even with the sound of rain

So sleep in your dark grave

I’ll see you in another place

Where only the dead are living

Where no one has any feeling

I can’t explain my pain with words

Can’t say how much I hate this world

Farewell,

farewell my friend

My pain,

my pain will never end

I wish this was all in jest

Something has broken

in my chest

Oh,There’s no helper in the world

Not even the one they call Lord

I’m so numb from this burning cold

So,

goodnight my friend,

Goodnight till end of my time

@ErNa_Revenant

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A  MESSAGE FROM MANUS FROM AZIZ

To all my gorgeous friends in Nauru girls and women please no more self harm enough i know its hard and unbearable but remember your goal when you decided to fled your homeland because of war, persecution, and etc harming ourselves is not solution for our problem it make it worse.
remember your beautiful family and friends you left them behind they love you and care about you as well.

”Be strong and courageous. Do not be afraid or terrified because of them, for the Lord your God goes with you; He will never leave you nor forsake you.” – 

Light cannot be seen if there is no darkness, success cannot be achieved without sacrifice, and a diamond cannot shine unless it has been cut and polished. What I’m trying to say is that, success, happiness, and contentment will only follow you once you have had your share of difficulties. And you know what’s that one encouraging thought about these difficult situations in life? That happiness is just around the corner.

we are together in same basket and we should encourage each other, this is a game to win the game is very easy just throw everything behind focus and be patient, we know they have no mercy at all but let us not give them any chance to achieve their goals, I’m trying to say is that we are very close very close get ready to welcome your new life.

love and courage to all my beautiful friends behind the fences.
Aziz, from Pacific Island.

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painting by Nisar Ali – Fly Camp, Nauru

In search of life, I have came so close to death.

In search of life, I have came so close to death.

When I thought of this I got nervous.

Where have I come?

In search of life, I have came so close to death.

I was going on a journey which had no destination.

What I did all my life what I tried but I was not successful

I was in the search of one happiness, how many sorrows have tortured me

When I thought about it, I got scared.

Where have I ended up?

Think how helpless I was, I did what I should have.

When I looked back a bit, I was scared of my own condition.

When I looked about my self I was ashamed of myself

In search of life,I have came so close to death.

  • M.H

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art work by Mahmoud S Salameh

art work by Mahmoud S Salameh

Your songs

for Reza, Hamid, Omid, with hope for Hodan

You just leave, you are gone
When the dark day will finish
When the sun rising again
When the mouths open to breath
We will sings your songs
You just leave
You are gone.

N. (Manus)

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Painting from Nisar

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painting ‘for Nauru’ by Iqbal

PLEASE DON’T BURN YOUR BEAUTIFUL BODY

“Please dont hurt yourself. Please don’t burn your beautiful body. The world needs you and be sure that this nightmare will finish one day.

I, as a brother ask you not to hurt yourself. Our family is tired we can not endure watching you when you are hurting yourself. Please don’t hurt yourself”.

Behrouz Boochani has asked that RAPBS post and share his message to his brothers and sister in our black site on Nauru.

“I am writing this short message from Manus to you as a brother who is, like you, experiencing the hardest days. I am writing for you as I cry from the same pain and the same suffering that only we can deeply know and understand. We lost our friends in our ways and those happenings were because of the death of humanity and justice. We lost our friends because many of the Australian people are watching our suffering in silence.

When one of us dies or harms ourself the Australian politicians are happy because they want to send out a violent message with our body to the world. They want to say ‘don’t come to Australia we have no mercy and will kill you in our prisons’. We know that this gov really wants us to kill ourselves. It is clear because they put us in these hells.

Imagine our islands are like two sisters and we are all members of a suffering family. We are a family who is fighting for our lives. These days your brothers in Manus are crying for you and are in sympathy with you. We never forget you and this message is coming from our heart.

Please dont hurt yourself. Please don’t burn your beautiful body. The world needs you and be sure that this nightmare will finish one day.

I, as a brother ask you not to hurt yourself. Our family is tired we can not endure watching you when you are hurting yourself. Please don’t hurt yourself. We are a big family with the strongest sisters and brothers. We are not alone. We are a big family. Please dont hurt yourself”.

  • Behrouz Boochani (Manus)

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FALCON

Falcon my friend i need your help, please fly,
fly up high, above the ocean, and give my message 💌 to Hodan,
You seek no permission,
You need no ID
You are well protected,
You won’t be harmed,
Carry my 💌 and fly,
Fly up high above Dutton,
We are grieving do not greet him he’s greedy,
🇭🇴🇩🇦🇳 💌🌷
Whisper on her ear and say,
Macanto we love you,
Macanto we need you here,
Macanto don’t leave,
Macanto we care,
Macanto we are here ,
Macanto you’re never alone
Macanto we hear you,
Macanto you’re brave,
Macanto you’re strong,
Macanto you’re amazing,
Macanto you’re beautiful,
Macanto Angels are watching,
Macanto God will heal you,
Macanto can you hear me ?
Macanto i gotta leave before the nurse comes,
May God be with you….

By Maria 

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The following is written by Mabsud, a Somali man on Manus.  It is written as song lyrics.

Mabsud roses for hodan

Hodan bad’weynta burahaan daraada baafin ka dayaaye ,

hadiyaanan bari arag beerka iyo wadnaha iyo qalbiga basaaso baryi waayey awga .

Baaqenu wuxu yahey Hodan qurux wanaagey Hodan taan jecleenen barito bogsan.

 

The following English translation is a rough summary.

The ocean and the mountains could save your heart and keep you alive but Australia couldn’t.  Your heart will recover because you are beautiful, Hodan.