Ahmed Miqdad, 'Freezing Weather'
Freezing Weather
Like a ghost appearing
During the late part of the night
Particularly before the dawn
Attacks the dilapidated tents in our camp
It penetrates like a professional burglar
To steal the warmth of our bodies.
It turns the night blue
And freezes our delicate and soft blankets.
It attacks our exhausted bodies
And makes our children shiver
It burns our weak bones
Like a scorching fire.
Nothing must appear from your body
Otherwise it will devour your sleep
Then you'll be tortured between insomnia and excruciating coldness.
I hear the sound of the ghost's footsteps
Around my tent from the falling dew drops near my head.
Let me and my children go back to the warmth of our home
And give us back our white flowers
As we miss everything we once knew in the peaceful life of a recent past time.
Give me your hand my fellow human
I beseech you
Instead of abandoning and leaving us to languish
Between the horrible war and the darkness of winter.
by Ahmed Miqdad
Like a ghost appearing
During the late part of the night
Particularly before the dawn
Attacks the dilapidated tents in our camp
It penetrates like a professional burglar
To steal the warmth of our bodies.
It turns the night blue
And freezes our delicate and soft blankets.
It attacks our exhausted bodies
And makes our children shiver
It burns our weak bones
Like a scorching fire.
Nothing must appear from your body
Otherwise it will devour your sleep
Then you'll be tortured between insomnia and excruciating coldness.
I hear the sound of the ghost's footsteps
Around my tent from the falling dew drops near my head.
Let me and my children go back to the warmth of our home
And give us back our white flowers
As we miss everything we once knew in the peaceful life of a recent past time.
Give me your hand my fellow human
I beseech you
Instead of abandoning and leaving us to languish
Between the horrible war and the darkness of winter.
by Ahmed Miqdad