Wala Zaidan

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Wala Zaidan Biography

I started writing since I was 9 years old, I started to write small stories My Father supported me all the way, and in the age of 12 I started to write poems and poetry, Nobody understands me just the Pencil and the Paper. My dad would teach me how to write because he is a poet and I just want to be like him oneday. he was and he is my Teacher and I am happy he understands me when I share my poems. I went through allot in life and the only way I can realse my pain was writing down my pain on the paper. I started to share it to my Father than I just couldn't share it to anyone Because am to shy, But my dad told me I should stand up for my dreams, So in July,29,2014 I stood up and read my poem about the occupation of Iraq front of Hundreds od people and they all stood up and clapped my friends supported me and just an hour later someone called my dad and told him 'I want you daughter to read in our show' And I did, I am happy I made my dreams to reality. Yes this is my life. I love writing.)

The Best Poem Of Wala Zaidan

Gilgamesh

Where have you been?
Can't you see us all?
The streets turned to blood
and there's nobody to call

Now we have dreams
don't make us dreamers
Just death and and fear
didn't you make us screamers?

Now true we're smiling but don't you see the sadness in our eyes?
Didn't you know how to control?
Can you see the children begging for happiness?
Is our history getting sold?

Are these your children of Iraq?
Do they deserve this tell me when will you come back?

I just hope you Return
Because now our history is burned
After all the pain is this what we earn?
and after all the tough years is this what we learned?

Where is your fearlessness?
Where is your strength?
And if ever a Iraqi man stood peerless
Will you watch him heartless?

Look at this thrown soul
as a young innocent man's blood flows out of his body
and his buried in the mud...

Is this our history?
Do you call this Victory?
Or do we still have to solve the mystery

They are jealous from our history
They just wish to destroy it clearly

WE HAVE BEEN RUNNING AFTER HOPE
BUT DEATH RUNS AFTER US WITH A HANGING ROPE

Now come is this the end?
is this Iraq?
don't make our dreams mend

We are tired of hiding behind the smile
Just hoping you will come back in a while

OUR SKULLS MELTED IN OUR FLESH
let us taste victory
COME BACK GALGAMISH



Written in
July/21,2014

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