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Poems for Peace and Justice.

written by Shemiza Rashid.

Today at Nursery...................

Today at Nursery Ali did not come to play...........?

On Tuesday Safia did not come to play...............?

On Thursday Laila did not come to Play...............?

On Monday Nobody came to play......................?

Miss Habiba said it was because the bombs took our little Angels away!!

A poem written and dedicated to the innocent children of Gaza..........

'My Lost Heaven' ;(A poem-dedicated to the brave Mothers of Palestine)

She said it was better to stay inside;

as she held my hands tight.

Trying to forgive the bullets of love she stole from me,

and with her precious last breaths......................

she sang me the lullaby of a distant time, of a land she promised would be mine.

she smiled that beaming smile like the glorious Eid moon

and softly whispered;

my child be brave,

as Allah will always be by your side.

After four long days and four lonely nights, they came and asked

Why did I not leave?

I told them it was because Janath (heaven) lay at my mothers feet...................

written by Shemiza Rashid (c)

My Lost Heaven was written, performed and dedicated to a delagation of Palestinian women who came to Luton as Part of a tour called 'Stories of Our mothers: Women living under occupation' for International womens day. Organised by the Uk Palestinian Twinning network and Luton friends of Battir. The poem was greatly appreaciated and will be published in a book to be taken to Palestine.

'Her Unique Face'

Her veil the fabric of Her being ,ripped to shreds by the shrouded debate.

Silently savaged by a political agenda, awaiting eagerly for Her to surrender.

Placing Her in the worlds glare,

to be watched by soulless stares.

They say she plays hide and seek,

but they misunderstand she is but at PEACE,

In this eclectic land that talks highly of freedom of rights.

That has placed so much value upon ones face.

To carve, to drain to cut ,to paint.

Prisoned by fashion, by month, by week or by date.

So free is she my Nikabi sister .....

Her veil, Her fabric protecting Her unique untainted face.

written by Shemiza Rashid (c)