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The Journey Home

Poetry

In this strikingly touching poem journal, follow the journey of a young afghan refugee, Ajani. As time passes in Kabul, Afghanistan, the capital and the city which she was born and raised in, she struggles to find serenity for her and her family. Th...

Nightmare

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by josiereser

by josiereser

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I wake from my nightmare

The sun shines

Through the small window

At the top of the room

I stretch

My arms

My legs

I stand up

My body aches

From the hard mattress

On our concrete floor

Mother?

Nahla?

I say

No response

I hear a whimper

A pause

Then another

I slowly walk to the tiny kitchen

Mother and Sister Nahla

Sit at our small wooden table

Father built

She cries

And screams

Into her hands

What is wrong?

I ask

Sister Nahla says,

I'm sorry Ajani

It wasn't a dream

I stare

At the silent walls

Of our shack

Father...

Gone...

Dead....

This can't be true

Can't be real

My world slowly

Shuts down

On my numb body

He is gone

And never coming back

W-w-why? What happened?

I utter

Through the numb pain

And tears

Covering my heart

Sister Nahla

Nods

A no

My nightmare

Was now a reality

Just like everything else

In this cruel

Cruel

Place

This is not home

Home is with father

Mother

And sister

Safe

And

Sound

He is gone...

Forever gone...