The Palestinian Child Poem by Dr Arshia Sheikh

I am a Palestinian child, whose doll is lying in the flaky debris,
How this is possible?
How this is possible?
Last night I kissed my mother's cheek and hugged my father,
And picked my doll and left my old teddy rather.
But a fear was felt at my mom's face,
She keep on holding me with grace,
As if, nothing will happen as she was there,
I kept on asking why there was so much noise,
At night, usually everything is poise.
I heard a deadly sound while I was about to sleep,
It felt like that I was in vampire's lap.
It shook my heart and my soul
My parents rushed towards me to console.
The vampire was hungry and full of hatred,
He wants eat up everyone and was very frustrated.
Screaming and shouting was what I understood,
Still I tried to find my little dolly,
My only friend;
My companion;
But where was she?
Oh! I found her,
Oh! I found her.
She was lying in the debris,
Wounded, dolly!
My doll was bleeding!
Humanity was bleeding!
My house was bleeding!
Where is Almighty?
I question with my loudest noise
Where is Almighty?
Come and save us,
I want to sleep,
I want to sleep in my mum's lap.