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War
Waking up one day not knowing if I’ll see another Praying to God so he can protect my father and mother We haven’t had enough food to eat since July I wanted to act grown and so I try not to cry I ask myself why this was always happening They say they are killing

Child Through War
Child through war What do you see? Pomegranates, figs, and an olive tree Child through war What do you see? Smoke, steel, and concrete on me Child through war What do you see? Family and friends weeping, crying for me Child through war What do you see? Dark clouds looming, above brown trees Child through
Interview with Khaled Nigim
Dr. Khaled Nigim, along with his family, has made Sarnia-Lambton home since 2008. Khaled’s professional background is as an academic and electrical engineer, specializing in renewable energy. Before arriving in Canada almost 25 years ago, Khaled managed the planning and implementation of many infrastructural projects for the Palestinian Economic Council for Development and Reconstruction (PECDAR).

The Earth Bleeds
The earth has a heartbeat that bleeds tears In time with a little child’s fear. The holies dare not rest complacent in the belief That humankind will love their neighbors as themselves. The wars and rumours have split open the doors And something much more malicious has entered in. Something stirred the dust and the

Look Around! But Utter No Sound!
NEVER AGAIN! AND YET AGAIN? (for the Holocaust being commited in Palestine by Israel!) Remember you said never again! But here it is again. Remember you said “We will never forget” but here it is again. You said “Genocide is a crime” but here is the crime again. So your words were false then? or

Ashraf’s Letter to Micheline from Refugee Camp
My dear sister: I am so sorry, my sister. No matter how much I speak, I cannot describe the suffering we have endured. I speak to you and weep for everything I have lived through. I remember what I saw, what I experienced, and what I am still experiencing during this war and genocide. We

Farasha
(Farasha means “butterfly” in Arabic) Tears pour as we Toss and turn Sleep is futile as They pillage and burn Complacency is useless We must rise for the oppressed Firstly in night prayers Begging for wrongs to be addressed Then we use any means At our disposal Boycott, divest, sanction Is our proposal Yearning to

Cease Your Fire
Cease your fire For I am only a child who wishes to admire, Admire the waves as they crash on the shore, Admire the laughter, the music, the joy we had before I wish to chase kites, not run from the sound To see homes standing, not torn to the ground And to sit by

A Diary of A Holocaust: OH, The Voices We Won’t Hear
A Diary of A Holocaust: OH, The Voices We Won’t Hear
