Oh dear, I am a homeless I am a victim of authority who is reckless The war had me hopeless It made my life a full darkness How dare humans who dont feel on us Instead they raise weapons on us My dear, my eyes are full with tears I need a one with whom I can share my worries Mom died and Dad with my hand was buried Still I am a child and I need them But who could explain this to those people with fierceness Is our life to that extent cheap Or are their hearts with violence fed Griefness, Sorrowness and oppressiveness In these three word my life is expressed
When we were children, our families kept telling us that we are the leaders of the future and we will be something big. Of course, that made us feel so interested to start school and go study. However, in Yemen, you would be shocked to know that our approach to education is really bad. I believe it makes a complicated generation. For me when I was in school, the situation was not different. I remember I was so interested to start my first day in school holding my father’s hand to go there. I thought that place would be wonderful. But I was so wrong. Days went on and I was suffering at school...