sad story and poem

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  1. Rita Alshoaibi

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    This Poem was published in Attahaddi about two years ago.It tells the
    sad story of the children of Iraq. Read it, think about it and take
    action. Save the children.




    TO THE PEOPLE OF THE WORLD

    This is the story that must be told
    of an Iraqi baby, not very old.

    Lying in her crib one star lit night
    How could she know of those planes in flight?

    She lay there quietly touching her nose,
    Watching her mobile, wiggling her toes,

    Oohing and cooing, so sweetly is she,
    Talking to someone, who could it be?

    An angel is standing with her in the room.
    The baby is smiling, unaware of her doom.

    The crib starts to shake and the mobile goes round.
    And suddenly comes a most deafening sound.

    The ceiling drops in, in a second or two ...
    On top of her crib so she ceases to coo ...

    No one knows how long she lie there
    Who thought about it? doesn't anyone care?

    Is she alive? is she dead? Is she in any pain?
    Now that you mention it, who knows her name?

    Her name is Amal. In English we say Hope.
    Crushed between the rubble,her tiny fingers start to grope.

    Where is my mommy? I love her so dear
    Come, get me mommy! It's dark in here!

    I'm scared and I'm hungry and I can't see my feet.
    There's blood in my mouth! Give me something to eat!

    Where is my daddy? Where's my big brother?
    It hurts when I breath! Where is my mother?!

    How long have I been here? Is this just a dream?
    I open my mouth, but can't even scream.

    That angel appears once again to my side,
    This time with a tear I plead Why have I died?

    Am I alone in my sufferings? No, there are many others.
    In our grief and our misery, we are sisters and brothers.

    Who are we? I ask you ... for what crime did we die?
    They're throwing a party! Doesn't anyone cry?!

    Is it True? Am I nothing?! How could it be?
    Don't they also have babies, just like me?

    It is war they say, of which death is part.
    How blind they've become, How hardened of heart.

    Did someone say hero? To whom do they speak?
    A victory claimed for killing the weak?!

    Why are they happy? Why are they proud?
    Don't they know that I'm cold in my burial shroud?!

    No war has been won; No ifs, buts, or maybes,
    They've Only Killed Babies!!!!
     
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  3. Rita Alshoaibi

    Rita Alshoaibi مشرف سابق

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    This Poem was published in Attahaddi about two years ago.It tells the
    sad story of the children of Iraq. Read it, think about it and take
    action. Save the children.




    TO THE PEOPLE OF THE WORLD

    This is the story that must be told
    of an Iraqi baby, not very old.

    Lying in her crib one star lit night
    How could she know of those planes in flight?

    She lay there quietly touching her nose,
    Watching her mobile, wiggling her toes,

    Oohing and cooing, so sweetly is she,
    Talking to someone, who could it be?

    An angel is standing with her in the room.
    The baby is smiling, unaware of her doom.

    The crib starts to shake and the mobile goes round.
    And suddenly comes a most deafening sound.

    The ceiling drops in, in a second or two ...
    On top of her crib so she ceases to coo ...

    No one knows how long she lie there
    Who thought about it? doesn't anyone care?

    Is she alive? is she dead? Is she in any pain?
    Now that you mention it, who knows her name?

    Her name is Amal. In English we say Hope.
    Crushed between the rubble,her tiny fingers start to grope.

    Where is my mommy? I love her so dear
    Come, get me mommy! It's dark in here!

    I'm scared and I'm hungry and I can't see my feet.
    There's blood in my mouth! Give me something to eat!

    Where is my daddy? Where's my big brother?
    It hurts when I breath! Where is my mother?!

    How long have I been here? Is this just a dream?
    I open my mouth, but can't even scream.

    That angel appears once again to my side,
    This time with a tear I plead Why have I died?

    Am I alone in my sufferings? No, there are many others.
    In our grief and our misery, we are sisters and brothers.

    Who are we? I ask you ... for what crime did we die?
    They're throwing a party! Doesn't anyone cry?!

    Is it True? Am I nothing?! How could it be?
    Don't they also have babies, just like me?

    It is war they say, of which death is part.
    How blind they've become, How hardened of heart.

    Did someone say hero? To whom do they speak?
    A victory claimed for killing the weak?!

    Why are they happy? Why are they proud?
    Don't they know that I'm cold in my burial shroud?!

    No war has been won; No ifs, buts, or maybes,
    They've Only Killed Babies!!!!
     
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  5. cinderalla

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    this is a really sad poem i really don't enjoy sad poems but thinks and have
    good day enjoy ur life
     
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  7. cinderalla

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    this is a really sad poem i really don't enjoy sad poems but thinks and have
    good day enjoy ur life
     
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  9. samiah

    samiah مشرف سابق

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    War has became an everyday reality for millions of children in Iraq or palestine. They are killed, disabled or orphaned by civil war
    unending pain, unending victims this cycle just keeps going on and on.
    May Allah protect the people of Iraq and preserve its security and unity
     
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  11. friend-meet

    friend-meet قلم ذهبي

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    Very sad "Save the children" how that

    This story saying for all Arabi&Moslim





    you are weak ,very weak.

    You are shame for history.

    every day USA are killing Amal & hundred amal.


    I'm very sad .... friend-meet​
     
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  13. Rita Alshoaibi

    Rita Alshoaibi مشرف سابق

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    thx to all of u who was looking for this topic and spec. SAMIAH for making it up


    [​IMG]
     
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  15. T_K

    T_K قلم فضي

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    This is just the story of one baby
    imagine how many other babies
    are dying everyday. This is besides
    the rest of the children, men, women, elders
    etc...1

    Thanks Rita for this poem
    The least thing we can do is feel
    their mysery


    TK
     
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  17. Seeking_Truth

    Seeking_Truth عضو متميّز

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    It's a real tragedy ..
    What is happenin' in the arab world is reflecting how weak our leaders are !..
    Nothing in our hands as citzens except praying for them and making charity to collect money and send it ..
    I hope that we will find an end to this Nightmare..
    A great thanx for u Rita for posting a great topic ..
    Allah bless u sis ..
    Also, a great thanx for Samiah for fixin' .. such topics deserves to be fixed as an advocacy for our cases ..
     
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  19. Rita Alshoaibi

    Rita Alshoaibi مشرف سابق

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    THX
    SEEKING_TRUTH

    i agree with u and thx for the pass
     

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