Hello friends, reader and fellow writers!
The ebook version of my book Stranger Paths, The Magic in The Madness is FREE on Amazon today and the next 2 days!
I would love to see it in your library and hear your thoughts about my journey from Iraq to America, from war to hope.
I hope you join the child I was, as she stood watching missiles brighten the darkness of her village, smiling as she hopes for a change. I hope you see the positivity leaking through my pages bit by bit as poems continue on. I wish to share the untold story of my people, of the civilians at war, of the children that had no choice but to accept their fate.
Our days are numbered but our numbers mean that we have survived so much, that we’re all the same.
Would your finger wish your hand harm?
Would your finger wish your arm harm?
Well-being is a choice
One that helps the body rejoice
For its master
Would you, a small part of this universe
On your larger self
No not at all
Well being comes from well wishing
You found a pothole
A place to start the crack
And the dream was born
Between the dark and dark
The whole was broken
And now you manifest
A dream unspoken
A place you can rest
My friend you survive
And the best is yet to come
There’s no end to your dreams
Look at this world of mine
There are lights, and street signs
Detours and construction work
Things I never thought I’d see
Strange how life turned out to be
From the thirty minute walk in January cold
Just to get to a class and do as I’m told
To the wild dogs chasing after me
And the rain following close behind
I never thought I would find
Myself complaining about a traffic light