As the situation unfolds in relation to COVID-19 we are raising vital funds to support people from two countries (Pakistan and Syria). We are facing an unprecedented challenge of a shortage of Personal Protective Equipments for Health Workers and Diagnostic Kits for Testing Services. And above all, people of limited resources are facing a food shortage and hourly wagers are fighting their both ends to meet. We will warmly welcome any donation as we continue to support people most in need.
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Can you guide me to a Place
Where there are no Guns
No Bombs, No Blood, and no Corpse
Can you tell my Mother
I have lost my Way to Home!
Can you give her my Blooded Bag?
My Ripped Uniform my Goodbye Kiss?
Will you tell her not to Wait Not to Cry
Tell her to Close the Doors
Tell her I am not Coming Home!
I saw in their Eyes, The pieces of Broken Dreams
Torn Pages of Past, Paralysed Arms of Future
Blood of Lost Hopes, Thirst of Famine Hunger
Their Infected Smiles, Questioning Eyes, Bleeding Hearts
I saw them in the Realm of War asking questions:
Will it ever be over?
People are so Blessed to speak out what’s on their Mind or What’s in their heart or what they are feeling.
For People Like us, even when a thousand needles are hitting, we have to think like million times about What we should say
It is hilarious when someone is saying you are hurting them and you are dogging their Daggers to avoid any collateral damage
Life is Funny
I saw myself on the Edge of Falling
I jumped into the Void and now suspended in Space
I am out of Oxygen, But I see the wind blowing around me
I remember touching the ground but I don’t feel my feet
I thought I was living but I was lying in a Coffin
I heard people talking about burying me
And then, A light approached, A hand Came, A seed sprouted
I saw my self-renewing into a Flowering Plant
I came to Life.. Did I Die?
Stuffed, Crushed, Suffocated
Standing in the Lane of Life
One is the winner, rest are the losers
Congested, limited and not so Bright
Not a single puff of Air to Breathe
Breaking the odds and exiting the lane
Will it be Ok, if I breathe again?
Reading the Newspaper, Turned to Page 2
Read the News About Famine in Yemen
Felt the ache in heart and tears in eyes
Posted on the Facebook and shared a Video
After an hour, watching a movie on youtube
This is all the youth could do to stand up Against Injustice Today
Raise Voice for the Children
Can you see it in their eyes?
They have a story to tell. The one they can never talk about
The one that is never gonna be heard. They got lost on the path to life
Can you imagine their pain which they call nothing?
They still smile, they still live, they still laugh
They rise every day in a hope to paint it
They dive every day in a hope to fill it
These are the people, who despite the odds, despite the pain, despite the loss
Never turn against the world, never runway and Never Backdown
Standing at the bank of a river
A saw a Reflection not so clear
Drowning, swimming not so sure
A Girl was standing all alone
Consumed, Lost, Confused about Life
A saw a Human of today’s time