Kazem

Please listen to this poem in Farsi with guitar accompaniment at the link just below:

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image by Hannah Patchett

 

 

 

 

 

 

An un-passable bridge

My guitar is my soul mate nowadays
I don’t care for the world anymore
I play my guitar with a heart full of sadness
My eyes drizzle like rain.

My heart is absent minded.
It’s going to tell the secret words.
It has a heavy pain to reveal.
It is profoundly sad,
sad like someone who has lost his sweetheart.
It has many words to say
but there are no worthy people to talk to.

My restless heart wants to fly
to take a message to someone.
But what benefit is there when there is no way to fly
My heart is exhausted from waiting and effort.
It’s breathless and alone.
It’s become weak.
It’s looking for a way to fly.

My heart with a hidden secret
and a world full of wounds in a jail
has no path to freedom.
It’s been condemned to a sorrowful separation.

I wish there was a kind person to give a chance to this prisoner
Give him a smile again as a gift.
Let him free from fetters and alienation.
What a pity that it’s all a dream!
My helpless heart has never seen bliss.
The jailer is bringing new chains to fasten.
This is a different prison
Oh, banish the sorrow of my unblessed heart.

I’m like an iron, you know, I am strong!

The white demons have arrived with anger
to promise another Reza’s death.
They have sharp claws
They are roaring
The ground is wet from blood
though no-one has been killed yet.

They want a volunteer.
Someone like Reza Barrati.
Someone to be annihilated again.
The white demons are starving again.
They want to feed themselves with my own body
and celebrate until the next day.
They have no sorrow, no sadness, no pain.

My mother, my love, be strong.
I know it’s hard to say goodbye to your son.

Without seeing it, I can read the verdict:
My young body must be killed.
There is no sign for humanity.
There are no rights for humanity.
Power is in the hands of wicked people.
They have made the world
an un-passable bridge.

Kazem

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.

 

We’re Puppets : Poem from Nauru

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“We’re Puppets”

 

In a black cold night

Tears falling

The CORD has been tied

Conquered feeling

I’ve nothing to lose

Soul has rusted

There’s no way to choose

I’m a PUPPET

I’ve got a hatred master

He’s a BEAST

The lord of POLITICS’ theater

Prisoner of KIDS

But on this black cold night

Everything will end

The cord has been tied

Escape from hell

I am not afraid

I am already dead.

 

  • A.  from Australia’s black site on Nauru
  • art work by Eaten Fish