To our beloved martyrs

I smell fear in the air

I hear the steps of killers by my door

Shadows watching me night and day

Stabbing my newborn children in the back

Stealing their innocent dreams in the dark.

With a serene mind I pray

I pray for everyone in the world to live in peace and joy

I pray you do not smell, feel or hear

what I sense and fear.

By Najat Alshafie

17/10/2015