Thence the sky turned to red,
As it’s a mirror to the land,
Cannot stay but in bed,
A Fatiha I recite in my hand!
And whence the cry was spread,
As it’s soul’s reflection,
It was the pain I didn’t shed
And I could not do any other action.
I was left out of words,
Eyes blurred, soul aching,
I was crying for my Lord’s
My Lord’s cure to my
heartbreaking!
I was left parentless,
Not knowing where they went,
And asking my Lord in
distress,
Why are my parents thence
absent?
I am a small child, with no
future,
As they diminished my little
past,
But one thing I can myself
assure,
I will never be downcast!
Never!
Arsim
Jonuzi, 11.07.2011
Dedicated to the living and unliving alive victim souls of Srebrenica genocide
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