I KNOW, YOU WILL NEVER LIKE ME

Hafsah Fatimah bint Farooq — Sun, 09 Apr 2017 19:53:00 +0000

Since I was little, you didn’t like me.
I don’t know why.

You would always say something to hurt me and my parents.

Many times did my family leave crying, from your house.

At one point my sister didn’t want to visit you anymore.
She didn’t like it.
You would always say something to hurt us.
She is the oldest, so she understood more than I.

My parents had to pay her to visit your house.

It’s just me you don’t like.
Everyone else you are fine with.

You don’t like the way I speak or the sound of my voice.
The way I walk.
The way I dress.
The way I think.
The way I breathe.

I remember once.

It was some time after I had finally finished high school after such a hard battle with many school changes and many teachers who were just like you.

My parents were so proud.
So were my siblings.

The whole family was together at your house. – This was sometime after my celebration. We were talking and you said “That’s not a real high school.” My cousin asked why and you said “It’s just not real high school in my eyes.” – Even when it is.

My older sister heard it all but she was scared to say anything, so there wouldn’t be a new fight.

Why so much hate?
Why so much hurt?

You did a lot of hurtful stuff to us.
But now, before anyone can do it to your children, you stop.

You spread false rumors about my siblings and I.
Fill our ears against each others.
Say you will help if needed.

When my sister asked you for help.
You didn’t.

I know what you are.
We know what you are.

I know you hate me.
I know you will always hate me.

Just remember.
The only reason I see you is because we are family.

It is supposed to mean something.
Something you haven’t shown me.

I am sorry.
Sorry for not being perfect.
Sorry for you too.

– A letter

P.S. My life is not as lonely as you would think.

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ONE CHILD CRIES

Hafsah Fatimah bint Farooq — Wed, 21 Dec 2016 17:24:00 +0000

The sound of new years is different depending on who you are and where you are born. – Something which you have no control over.

On one side we have our children. – On the other side we have those.

I wrote down how some children are experiencing these times. Here it comes:

One child hears fireworks and runs to the window, to watch. – The other child sees from hiding, his whole family get shoot.
One child cries because of the loud noises coming from the fireworks. – The other one because the soldiers are firing at them.
One child cries because the firework blew up in his hand. – The other one because he is about to take his last breath, before he is shoot.
One child cries because he fell from his bike. – The other one because the soldier took his bike at gunpoint.
One child cries because he doesn’t like his food. – The other one of happiness because he finally found something to eat.
One child is hospitalized because he was standing too close to illegal fireworks and it blew up on the ground. – The other one because so many of his bones are broken, after being pulled out from under what used to be his home.
One child cries because his parent won’t buy him the teddy bear he wants. – The other one just saw all his siblings and friends get blown up by a teddy bear.
One child cries because he does not want to wear shorts. – The other one has been wearing the same clothes for a month.
One child cries because he doesn’t want to go to school. – The other one because he was late for school and just saw it blow up.
One child cries because his parent wants him to get a job. – The other one because he can’t find one, so he can feed his siblings.
One child cries because he doesn’t want to get vaccinated. – The other one because the hospital just got attacked, where he is admitted.
One child smiles because his parents hug him. – The other one because he finally got a little water after walking for miles in the heat.
One child looks at the fireworks with excitement. – The other one wondering if the bombs the plane is dropping, will reach him.
One child is continuously asking for things he thinks will make him happy. – The other one is dead inside.

It is just another new year.

Just another life.

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