We Are Still Worthy Poem by Yousif Ibrahim Abubaker Abdalla

There's a voice rising across the land not from outsiders, but from deep within us. It's a voice crafted from all the things left unsaid and the silence we've held for too long. Don't be alarmed by its sound. Even pain, when it becomes too heavy to bear, eventually finds a way to express itself. Like the earth cracking open after a long drought, it doesn't do so to bring destruction, but to breathe life once more. This land remains beautiful, even with its scars. Its people are still deserving, even in their differences. Most hearts don't harbor hatred. Most hands don't create division. Only a few voices rise too loudly louder than the truth they carry. But noise doesn't last forever. It burns, clashes, and consumes itself then it quiets down, leaving behind a space where something gentler can emerge. I don't need to love you to treat you with respect. I just need to remember that you're human, just like me. No group is without its flaws, and none is without its goodness. We're not meant to be the same we're meant to see each other without erasing our differences. Yet somewhere along the way, some have learned to feel "above" others. Not because of truth, but due to whispers from long ago in homes, in habits, in careless words that were never questioned. But this can still be unlearned. We can create space for others without losing ourselves. We can disagree without denying each other's worth. We are many voices, not just a single echo. And hatred often seeks out the uncertain, the unmoored, those who are already questioning their place. But a people who know themselves are not easily shattered. So don't fear this challenging moment. Even the ugly things rising to the surface are part of the healing process. Because what remains hidden can't be healed. And what is spoken no matter how harsh can still be transformed. So let each heart discover its own worth. Let dignity find its rightful place. Until this land worn, beautiful, and complex can finally breathe again, not as one voice, but as many lives living in harmony.