when I think about my child
Posted by: amtuallah on: January 10, 2009
When I think about my child I break in tears
nine months I am waiting for you
nine months I am dreaming of you
Do you look like me? or maybe like your dad?
will you be short or tall?
just can’t wait to see you
can’t wait to hold you in my arms
can’t wait to hear you telling me momy
Omy, Mama anything from you
oh baby I will wait the first day you go to school
and hear your cries momy don’t leave me alone
oh baby you are not even there and momy is worried about you
when today she sees the mothers in palestine losing their children every day
oh baby don’t leave momy alone and remember I will miss you so much
and all my heart to my sisters in palestine
to every mother do you know the meaning of losing a child?
Make du’a sisters
Make du’a
Welcome Everyone
Posted by: amtuallah on: January 3, 2009
Asslaamu Alaykum ,
This is just a welcome message to say let’s start writing. Write anything you want when ever you wan. And if any sister reading this and you haven’t joined us what are you waiting for let’s do it.
Your Sisters in Islam,
Children of Stones
Posted by: amtuallah on: January 3, 2009
To whom it may concern or even if it doesn’t
To whom who cares or even if you don’t
I want to say I’m a child or perhaps I was a child
I wish to know the meaning of a child
We used to play and play throwing stones at the soldiers
We thought we were children
Until one day we thought we were playing
We hid in the alley which wasn’t
It was the house of a friend who just died last night
We couldn’t bury him
We couldn’t find one place that was empty
So we put him in our house with all the bodies
In our little freezer
In our little bombed house
I was happy that I can see my friends, my cousins and all my siblings every morning
I was happy that I wasn’t alone after all
Every morning I see a new face so bright, so bloody
And So Small
I look at them and I wish I was inside
In this little freezer
In this little house
At least I will be happy
But I know I can’t wish
I know my mother she is only one who suffers
Seeing her every day crying and whining with all the mothers
I know I can’t leave her
I know she will suffer
Not because I’m the only child
Not because I’m the only person in our family a live
But because I’m the only hope for her to live in this world
Taking care of and hugging
Making her happy and that’s matter to a mother who lost all her children and all of her family
So I decided to stay and wait I know its so soon
There is no point of wishing
There is no point
So now let me go play
With stones
Throwing and swinging
But before I go
I just have one question that is a wish
Tell me what is a child?
Child But!
Posted by: amtuallah on: January 3, 2009
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I just looked at the picture
I felt like this child is talking to someone or maybe to us
She talks just listen,
just listen yourself reading
The child is talking to a reporter
Reporter: what are you doing here?
She looked at him with tears and she said:
Every child in the world live peacefully
Every child in the world plays with toys
Every child in the world sleep
But Me I don’t
I have to wake up fearing if I close my eyes I will not see my mom again
I play with stones to protect myself and it’s never been fun
Last week our house was just gone with everything
With even my dad
I stood looking at my dad dead and my mom covered in blood
I took my brother and we stood silent
Silent
You know I just wanted to be a child
I just wanted to have a family
I just wanted to have a house
I just wanted to be a child
I’m here today to only say I’m a child but!
