Who am I?
I am a girl who’s name Awira
I am Muslim, not Christian
I am Kurdish, not Turkish
I am a minority, not the majority
And i’m an extraordinary, not an ordinary.
When I was young, I went to school
I played in the park,
And jumped rope in the dark
Everything was so peaceful.
I played on the swings with my friends
Singing and chanting in the rain,
Trying to gain as much fun as we can.
At the age of 11, Everything tends to change.
It’s when my future has been shaped into darkness.
My home country, Hasakah, used to be a peaceful place,
has sunk inexplicably in sadness.
Gloomy, murky and shadowy.
A place full of architecture is now full of corpses covered with blood.
During studying math
Teacher was asking
If 9 multiplied by 0 equal to 0
What will be the answer of 9 divided by 0?
Instantly, the principal appeared to be in front of us
Shaking, horrifying and distressing
Turkish is now invading our country.
We were all running away
Just like baby chicks trying to find their mama
Weeping and screaming for our parents
Within the feeling of anxiety.
Brother Afran emerged out of nowhere
Dashing towards me,
Seizing me by the arm and whispered,
We have to run away!
The Sound of bombing and shouting in the distance,
triggering the public outcry and many people to escape.
A bomb was exploded right in the middle of the city,
Causing chaos all over the places.
Helicopters were circling and circling above my two sensitive ears.
Every building, especially the taller one, were demolished
Sister Arya and I was traumatized
By witnessing our mama was murdered in cold blood.
Fleeing my home to United States is unimaginable.
But guess what, today,
Just made me realize that
Nothing is impossible.
As we arrived in Florida
Everything seems peculiar and unusual
English are used all over the places
It just seems like my first day entering school.
we’re being discriminated against
because we’re muslim
Who dress distinctively
Who eat different food
And who speak different languages.
Living in a new place isn’t easy,
but living without a mama is even more difficult
My mama who used to do all the duties
Who used to lighten up our day
And who used to heal our heart, is now invisible from this world.
I can barely envision how it feels like to be at home again.