Walls.

Her home was not large and she didn’t have all the opulence of the rich and famous. But there was enough for her and the family. Life was good, and there was laughter around her….. that is, until the bombs came, and destroyed the street they lived on. Men and women fighting in the name of religion, annihilating the sacred and revered places of worship. These people who called themselves Muslims, terrorized other Muslims and non-Muslims. True Muslims do not kill innocent people. Islam is a pure and simple religion which teaches camaraderie and love and humility. She couldn’t accept these savages to be Muslims. They were tearing down her home and she needed to run away from their tyranny.

Her father had said, “This is your world. Your planet. With your education, you can go anywhere in this world and find a good life for yourself and your family.” The family packed their belongings in small bags, and hugging the walls of their simple home, cried their farewells. These walls had seen them laugh and cry and were their confidants to the secrets of their lives.

In the wild struggle for existence, we want to have something that endures. We fill our minds with simple facts, in the silly hope of keeping our place. The mind of a thoroughly informed man is indeed a dreadful thing. It’s like a bric-a-brac shop, with dusty ideals and monsters , with everything priced above the proper value. But the spirit is so strong and so willing to take the challenges.

When the dinghy reached the shores of another land, which she thought was a haven, and where she would be able to build another home with similar walls of love and security, she cried. She hugged her family and started trekking the unchartered land. Then she saw it. There was a fence in front of her, and it extended as far as the eye could see. That land didn’t want her or her family or any other family. The walls she had hoped to build around her new home, were mounds of dust in the depths of her heart.

This was not supposed to be. This was her world, her one world, her one planet, without borders and without fences, where people laughed and hugged and loved and welcomed each other into their homes. Kismet, or fate or whatever you call it, had lied to her. There was sorrow in her heart. There was a hole in her heart that stretched as wide as the fence she stared at. She closed her eyes and said, “My world has walls and fences and barricades. These walls are suffocating me and my world. These walls are suffocating me and my world!”

About Zakiah

I write poetry and some fiction, have a book that was published in 2012. . . Stray Thoughts/Winged Words. I have four grandchildren, ages 16 and half to almost 16 months. I love the ocean, and grew up along the Indian Ocean in South India. I am a retired physician. Don't know much else to say. Thanks for reading. That has been my profile for so many years. My daughter Saadia a great poet and story teller, has two sons; the oldest grandson is now 21 years old, doing architectural engineering at Missouri S&T in Rolla MO. His younger brother is almost 16 and taking driving lessons seriously and is in High School. The other two grandsons, children of my son Sayeed, are 9 and 5. I have recently published another book titled Gulistan, A home of Flowers. It has stories and memories of my childhood and of a distant land which I still consider as my HOME., even though I have lived here in the US for more than fifty years. Hope to see you on my blog.
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21 Responses to Walls.

  1. jstnotherday says:

    Amazing… that was the one word that came to my mind while reading.
    Very moving.

  2. whyzat says:

    Why is the mind of a thoroughly informed man dreadful?

    • Zakiah says:

      I have explained it in the same paragraph as to why I think that. We are simple at some times and complicated at other times and we accumulate unnecessary challenging ideas but ignore some things that could help us. Like I said, the mind is a bric-a-brac shop. In our minds we simplify the dangers and are not prepared for it, and then the earth opens up. This is a simplistic explanation that I can offer to you.

  3. mrswrangler says:

    Hope you are feeling better.

  4. sunsetdragon says:

    This touched me very deeply and Ty for sharing this.

  5. slmret says:

    Wow! This is a wonderful description of the plight of middle-easterners today, fleeing their home which is no longer safe, running to an unknown where they are not wanted, primarily for reasons that have nothing to do with them individually. Can we accept 10’s of thousands of immigrants, wherever they are from, no matter their race/religion? I think it would be very difficult — we have enough issues of our own, many due to overcrowding as it is! Very nicely written story, Zakiah!

    • Zakiah says:

      Thank you for a most understanding comment Janet. I wonder what happened to that Tycoon who wanted to buy an island in Aegean Sea and take all the refuges there. I just pray for their safety.

  6. Beautifully written, SweetZ and filled with truth! It brought tears to my eyes.
    Seems women from all cultures, religions, countries, languages…we all have the same desires, wants, needs, joys and heartbreaks.
    (((HUGS)))

  7. We must put ourselves in the shoes of these unfortunate refugees and Europe and America should welcome them with dignity.
    Many French were refugees fleeing the German invasion in May 1940 and we must understand what it’s.
    Moving post, Zakiah.
    Love ❤
    Michel

  8. Beautifully written, my friend. Very moving. hugs.

  9. You’ve added to the voice of so many who are searching for hope. That was very touching.

  10. rudyhou says:

    beautifully told. truly heartbreaking. i’m moved by your words. well done, zakiah.

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