Editor’s Note:
Anwer has become a dear friend to me. The beauty is that I’m a Christian, and He’s a Muslim. I hope other’s can see that art, poetry, beauty, and conversation can expose our likenesses as much as our differences. His “Narrative Imagery” poetic style is beautiful, and we consider his work an important part of this literary blog’s collection. I especially find his poem, The War’s Garden, to be deeply lonesome and sad. It gives us a view of how a person feels when they grow up and live in constant war and violence. I hope you become a fan of Anwer as I have. He is widely published in numerous magazines, websites, and anthologies. Enjoy!
I’m Muslim
I’m Muslim from Iraq and as any human I like the sun and I have dreams, but I am not an American or British, so I have no friend from these lands. Yes, my father had headband, and my grandfather had a woolen mantle, but this can’t make me a rejected creature. We know the gazes of the birds and the sounds of the water and we know the tales of the moon and the dreams of the lovers, but this won’t help to prevent the rejection. In fact, I am not an ugly creature, and the veil of my mother is to keep our beauty in a special manner and not to hide the repulsiveness.
I’m not a Terrorist
I am an Arabic man, and like you, I feel the preciosity of the life and the depth of the smile. I have a family and children, and like you, I like the coffee, and eat the eggs and cheese on the breakfast. I am a farmer from the south, and all what I bring in my pockets are the orange. I like the poetry very much, and write for peace and Beauty. I am a Muslim writer from Iraq, and I’m not a terrorist as you think.
I’m Abumohammed
The trees leaves are green, but we can’t hate the purple one, and we can’t assemble all the violence to fire the blue leaf. The colors of flowers tell us the story of difference’s beauty, the sounds of the birds teach us the wideness of our colored word and the differences in our names point the deep mosaic of our presence. I’m Abumohammed from Iraq, and you are Davidson from England, and all what I can tell you, that colors are not barriers, but flowers of beauty.
The War’s Garden
I am an Iraqi man; my life is postponed and my face was stolen by wars. My voice is vaporous as a shadow and my dreams’ clothes are as short as my laugh. I am an Iraqi man; know nothing about the beauty or Detian Falls. I don’t want a colorful hat, or a golden watch. All what I want; the water of Euphrates lives a day without blood, and the shells leave the crushed ribs of Babylon. When you visit my garden won’t find but sadness and you will see nothing but the stolen faces.
Anwer Ghani
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Well written! Indeed, God created man not to create and magnify differences and kill each other, but co-exist.
There are people who kill others in hatred and spread fear and hatred yet we have so much to love and share and care in spite of our outward differences.
Brother Anwer Ghani, Thanks so much for providing a peek inside your world. We will never know the full extent of your emotions unless we walk for a time in your shoes. Although, your poetry opens the door to questions and contemplation. Thank You!!! And may the Peace and Blessings of the Most High God be with you and your family always!
Dear Lydia, I am so grateful for your deep words. Regards, Anwer
Anwer,
Beautiful work. Inspiring. So very real and raw, and allows us into your soul. Thank you so very much for opening your heart’s window for us to peer into. It allows us to see we are not so very different and that we might be more like mirrors than windows, reflecting the pains and beauties of life in all its forms. I am a lover of trees, flowers, and rivers, and it grieves my heart that yours runs with blood. I long for the day we can all embrace one another’s colors and beauty.
Dear Michelle, Thank you very much for you deep and beautiful words. I believe that the art and love are effective tools to bring people together.
Anwer, Welcome back to Two Drops! Another hauntingly beautiful poem. But more than writing a poem, you have allowed us to look deep into your heart and soul to see your hopes and desires as well as your pain. And you have reminded us that we all share many of those same hopes and desires and none of us are immune to pain. If we were all able to see that ” colors are not barriers, but flowers of beauty ” perhaps we would learn it is possible to love another and appreciate their differences. I wish you and your family peace.
Dear Terry, thank you very much for your mindful words, I am so glad to hear that from you. Regards.
Anwer, I enjoyed your contribution and will be taking a look at your blog. I love the style of your writing it is informative, educational, yet tied to life. It reminds me of some Sufi poems that I have read.
Dear Mr Peter, I am so glad to hear thses precious words from you, please accept my deep greetings.
Anwer, I enjoy reading your writing. It offers a different perspective for me to look at. Thank you for contributing your writing here on Two Drops of Ink. We can at least safely peel back the barriers to view life where others are currently.
Dear John, thank you very much for your beautiful words and your understanding.
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Deep thanks dear freind Scott, you are the best and ” Two Drops in Ink” is the most beautiful.
That’s very kind of you my friend
Good morning, Anwer. Once again, the images evoke the similarities of our thoughts and feelings, masked in different guises- you from Iraq, me, from Georgia, where the birds sing, the water ripples, and the flowers bloom. Again, if we are touched by them, we can find the common ground to build friendships and perhaps in a small way remove the barriers and not reject.
Dear Marilyn, Thank you very much. All my writing is to overcome the barriers.