Dr. Ahmed Gumaa Siddiek

Gold Star - 8,074 Points (10-10-1957 / Sudan)

Refugee - Poem by Dr. Ahmed Gumaa Siddiek

And sometimes you call me
asylum seeker
But I am a woodpecker
Moving free
From one tree to tree
To build a nest
To rest
And embrace my newborn
To my breast

I am not a refugee,
I am not a refugee
I am the victim of the East
And I am the prey of the West

I am not a refugee
I am a simple human being
with a very little dream
Very, very little dream
A mouthful of bread
And a piece of ice-cream
A rag of cloth to cover my nakedness
And a piece of mattress
On which to sleep,
And a glass of milk to stop
The baby to weep
And for the girl I need a little Barbee toy
And a singing clock for the boy

You call me refugee
And behind me I left
A sweet home and a library
Tens of friends were there
With whom I used to play
And there stood
The remains of my home
It was of mud, straw and clay
But warm and happy, I can say

And there was the big tree
Where I used to sit
With my little darling
Planning for her wedding day
And there, there was the sea
Where I had once dreamt to flee
And there were the boats
Waiting still in the bay for me

But now you call me refugee,
I am not a refugee
Here is my story
And a long story it could be

Once upon a time there were
Several men and women
And children on a boat in the sea
They were from different races and places
And some Arabs from Yemen
In fact, they were from Aden
There were:
Ali from Iraq,
Sillasy from Eritrea,
Hassan from Somalia
Shabore from Lahore
Lyla from Aleppo
Azeem from Afghanistan,
And I Was from Sudan
We were all in the same boat,
We were sailing and sharing
The same human fate
And the same human feelings

We were all in a rocking boat in a rough sea
In a dark night we set out for the journey
In darkness where your hand could hardly see
My baby on my lap and the lady on my knee
And an old man and his dame also cling to me
And a young maid would cry she was also had to flee
And the terrible waves roaring as a falling tree
And beyond there was lying the vast eternity

No. I am not a refugee
I am your guest if you accept me
And share your food and drink with me
It is history that repeats itself
Go back and read your history
Please, go back a century
Only one century
When your grandpa came to my country
But he was not a refugee
Do you think he was invited for a wedding day?
Or he was a traveller who lost his way?
Do you think he came with a bare hand or foot?
No, he came with a rifle and well trained to shoot!
He tore down my peace and place
He robbed my wealth and health
And now you spit on my face
And call me refugee!


I am your guest I am your company
And you need my company!
Cause we have a long journey to go
So we need to meet
As human mates
This is our human fate
And this is our human destiny
I am not a refugee.
I am your guest
'I am a part of you
As you are a part of me'*

*Langston Hughes

Topic(s) of this poem: refugees

Comments about Refugee by Dr. Ahmed Gumaa Siddiek

  • Edward Kofi Louis (5/12/2016 3:24:00 AM)

    YES! Refugees of the world. But, embrace my newborn to my breast. Thanks for sharing this poem with us. (Report) Reply

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  • Dutendra Chamling (2/23/2016 11:02:00 PM)

    I am your guest I am your company
    And you need my company!
    Cause we have a long journey to go
    So we need to meet
    As I am from you
    And you are from me....
    A marvellous poem.
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    Ahmed Gumaa Siddiek (2/24/2016 12:49:00 PM)

    Thank you so much, Dutendra.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, January 27, 2016

Poem Edited: Friday, February 26, 2016

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