Karo Kari

Karo Kari..

They stab the scars of humiliation onto her beautiful skin

The pool of blood flowing through her mouth pleas for mercy 

Innocent girl screaming in agony for her mother to stop

How could the soft hands that once used to nourish her pain

Be the same hands that have become the instruments of her brutal fate

She fell in love, as innocent as she can

With a man who left her with a swollen stomach 

The baby screams through his mother’s black and blue skin

But the beatings are not enough, for she has dishonoured her father’s name 

Mercy is not a factor weighed on the scales of honour. 

So they pass her lifeless body for the others to stone 

Her tears flow into the sand bathing the tombstones underneath

Her tongue is clothed in black

In agony it moans for God’s name

Her paralysed heart is giving up

All she can taste is the pain of her and her unborn’s funeral tonight. 

Parents for her will not weep. 

Instead high heads they shall keep..

The words betray me to describe the pain..

The pain in my heart for all the innocent lives that have been lost in vain.

By Gulsum Asadova

Be like a Candle

Be Like a candle…

Light up faces with a smile

And spread warmth when you walk,

Speak purity all the while

And beauty when you talk

He told me be like a Candle,

The flip side of a sandal or

flip flops when it hits the dust

Knowledge merely a particle

as we promote trust

And expect nothing in return,

Each day passes we earn and learn

Don’t count your blessings..

Store them..

Be like a candle,

selfless like an anti-consumerist society,

Shelf-less

Don’t be restless, patience, control your mind

Hasten.

Rather than chasing 360 and get called dizzee

Be like a candle,

Noor in the darkness,

Sense amongst the senseless,

Like the only ethnic in the census

Direction for the headless

We’re Chickens on the coup,

Fear, as we wait for the military coo

Don’t be scared

Throw your shoe at a dictator. Mubarak

Give like a candle gives light,

Live the way your soul deserves to live

Be a freedom writer, free-writer, free runner

Keep your candle alight, don’t survive,

Fight from an unjust night to a blessed dawn

treasure time, the wick will waste away

As the drummer's kick will awake us one day

Dormant to suffering 

like a volcano lacking heat

conceit 

don't let the wax that moulds us

control us,

don't let hope melt

I repeat

we fly, not spiritually like Rumi

merely physically. over countries.

not hearts.

We have the potential to bring warmth to every human enveloped by darkness

Just like a candle.

The potential to bring a smile to those enveloped by pain

Just like a candle

The potential to conquer hearts which are enslaved

Just like a Candle

But eventually

Our light and warmth will turn to smoke and

Ascend to judgement

From tar filled smog to a beautiful incense

All depending on the intent

Before that unexpected, unknown end,

Simply, Be Like a Candle. 

By Mohamed-Zain Dada, poet and writer: www.times-series.co.uk/blogs/mohamed_zain_dada

Twitter: @Zainthepoet

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