Ahlam is a poet who comes from a family of poets. She has been writing since she was young and continues to develop her skills and deliver her work with much grace and power.
Born With No Homeland
She says: write of your country’s beauty,
your lands, your rivers, your trees.
My body cells tremble.
Inside me a pain is groaning.
A storm is in my mind.
A volcano sears my heart
but silence controls me.
Dust, wars, dead bodies, weapons and women
with no power, children seeking water fill my mind.
While others extol their homelands with feelings of belonging,
great achievements, spectacular views,
nothing beautiful visits my mind-
not even a smile on a child’s face.
People like me
can’t say a word.
We were born with no homeland.
People like me
can’t recall beautiful scenery.
We were too busy burying dead bodies.
We were born
with no skies, no stars, no moons.
The sun was there
but not for us.
We were born
with no relatives, no neighbours, no childhoods.
Air was there
but only contaminated air was ours.
I write: People like us don’t need pity.
We are strong enough.
We are still alive.
– A.A.M, 2015
Soaring birds
To all asylum seekers all over the world; to anyone who has a sadness story in his/her life. Be strong. Be like the soaring birds. Allah (God) never forgets anyone.
I know your crash, I feel your pain.
You want to say words
but you are sure
your words will choke your throat.
You want to sing,
you want to dance.
You want to live a better life but your hands are tied.
You are searching for things to make you smile,
but again and again
in your cheek
a lot of tears.
You sleep nights till morning but you are still awake. Morning comes
but you still see no lights.
I can imagine your soreness, I can draw your sadness soul. I can figure your sufferance.
But let me tell you what I have read:
Feather fall does not mean fall of the birds.
Fall as you want
but stand again and again.
Gather the remaining of your spirit, fight for your dreams, your hopes.
Have faith in your God. No power in this earth can change your destiny.
Come on,
wipe your tears.
Believe in yourself,
believe that there is
no impossible.
Make your sadness your weakness, to be like those feathers.
And you be like the soaring birds.
A. A.M. (written after being released from detention)