34-37 Degrees South - 2023
This anthology from the South Coast Writers Centre presents fresh country poetry from emerging and award-winning local writers.
This anthology from the South Coast Writers Centre presents fresh country poetry from emerging and award-winning local writers.
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Tears of Homeland<br />
Fatima Sayed<br />
The calamities did not stop crushing us, they stabbed us in the heart<br />
of life, the pains became great, and the responsibilities weighed heavily<br />
on our shoulders.<br />
We are a nation that embraced death until we became familiar with it,<br />
and it became part of our daily routine. We are no longer afraid of it.<br />
The war has been going on for more than twelve years, which claimed<br />
millions of lives and has not ended.<br />
Some of the people became displaced, refugees in a country of different<br />
languages, culture, customs, religion, and laws. They missed their<br />
family; some of them left their parents in old age. Parents who had<br />
raised them and still tried to take care of them even at this stage, but<br />
they went, leaving tears and broken hearts.<br />
As for others in inhumane prisons, they faced trumped-up charges<br />
and torture to death, daily. They wished to die a thousand times while<br />
they are alive. The cells are overcrowded, and the number are huge. All<br />
because they demanded freedom from the dictator whose policy was<br />
based on genocide, killing, displacement, compulsory conscription,<br />
and stole the country’s capabilities. This was the price of freedom paid<br />
by the Syrians.<br />
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For the people who migrated across the sea their options were limited.<br />
Either death in their home country or death by drowning, facing the<br />
high waves for a better life in Europe. Syrians have become food for<br />
fish, many of them died, and lost in the middle of the sea. The bodies<br />
of children and women were scattered on the beaches, and their<br />
symbol was Ryan