Saturday, December 29, 2018

The Qur'an, The Miracle


So brothers and sisters,
to increase your iman
Read the miracle, read the Quran
Here's a fact for the ones who are keener
92 Surahs revealed in Mecca, 22 in Medina
Read it every day and to read it be proud
The word Quran means to read it aloud

Read the book from the Lord of the worlds
Over 6,000 verses and 77,000 words
Read with respect, no disturbance, no laughter's
from Al Fatiha to An Naas, all 114 chapters

And in it 14 times you need to prostrate
And say Allah ho Akbar, meaning Allah is great
In this book, 25 prophets are mentioned by name
Who came at different times but their message was the same
This miracle was revealed over a 23 year span
Sent from Allah (swt), to an angel and then to a man
That man was Muhammad (SAW), the best of creation
And we are proud to be part of his nation
He gave us a message and that was Islam
So read this miracle, read the Quran

© Marabi Amfaal Hydara
The Humanitarian Poet

A Grieving Daughter


She told her daughter she hated her and wished she was never born.
She didn't even seem to care that the child's heart was torn.
She blamed the child for all of her heartache and pain.
Did she realize emotional abuse can drive a child insane.
She said her child was the reason she never achieved her dreams.
Those words hurt her child more than to her they may have seemed.
All her daughter wanted was her love and her affection.
But all she ever got was her mother's constant rejection,
Feeling like a lost child with no one to love.
She prayed to be taken away to the heavens above,
Not knowing why she just wasn't good enough.
Why, when she needed gentleness, was she treated so rough.
Wondering why her existence caused her mother so much pain,
Longing for her mother's love she probably would never gain.
Wanting her mother to tell her she was a blessing,
That she was not the reason for her mother's stressing.
If there is a little girl out there that feels this way,
Just know you are one of GOD's Angels, and he loves you more each day

© Marabi Amfaal Hydara
The Humanitarian Poet

I'm A Person Too

     

Here I lie in bed again,
Awaiting my next meal.
A worker enters in my room,
As if it's no big deal.

What ever happened to courtesy? Just a little knock.
Do you think I'm just a vegetable, Laying here like a rock?

What ever happened to manners? I haven't got a clue.

BUT KEEP IN MIND AND DON'T FORGET, THAT I'M A PERSON TOO.

I know I can not talk,
Or even joke around.
But I'm well aware of everything, and also every sound.

If you have another worker help, change me during rounds.
Please don't talk about me, as if I'm not around.

Treat me with respect,
the same I'd give to you.

KEEP IN MIND AND DON'T FORGET, THAT I'M A PERSON TOO.

My bones are stiff and achy,
I hear you say I'm contracted.
My belly hurts, I haven't pooped,
I hope I'm not impacted.

I'm sorry I may dribble,
and at times I even stare.
It's not easy being old,
aging isn't fair.

These are the cards God dealt me,
There's nothing I can do.

JUST KEEP IN MIND AND DON'T FORGET, THAT I'M A PERSON TOO.

I used to be a lively one,
just like your pretty self.
I traveled, married, and worked long hours until I lost my health.

I press my light to see a face,
Or just for company.
For someone just to look inside, and realize that I'm ME.

You walked past my light,
what am I to do?

PLEASE REMEMBER I'M A PERSON TOO.

I'm sorry that I messed the bed,
I feel like such a baby.
I'm so embarrassed, and ashamed,
that I'm doing this at eighty.

I'm sorry I couldn't hold it,
I didn't know what to do.

KEEP IN MIND AND DON'T FORGET, THAT I'M A PERSON TOO.

I wish that I was able,
to communicate some way.
So finally I'd get the chance,
to say what I want to say.

I hear you talk with other patients, so please don't walk away.
If everyone showed a little compassion,
I wouldn't feel this way.



So here I am, no family left, as loneliness weighs heavy on my chest.

I may be sad, I may be blue.

PLEASE REMEMBER I'M A PERSON TOO.

Next time my light is on,
come and see if I'm OK.
I'm a retired nurse of thirty years, and would love to hear about your day.

© Marabi Amfaal Hydara
The Humanitarian Poet

Sometimes


Sometimes our mistakes are deliberate acts of rebellion
And we don’t think we care at all.
Sometimes our mistakes get greatly punished
Because we are stupid and fall.
Sometimes are mistakes being just that
Born of ignorance not of pride,
And yet sometimes we fail to learn accept or grow
The lesson we need
For our mistakes to nicely avoid.  

Sometimes we take action
Our plan is clear and our intent is clean
Life lessons are still learned
From moments to hours and hours to days
Sometimes we step foot
On a path not, ours to take
And our loving God will use it,
Or maybe set our feet straight.

Sometimes the thing that hurt the most in life
Are there if we let them be our guide
Our heart needs to grow
our attitudes need to change.
the dance we step to in anger
needs a new song.

Pain does not always need to be our teacher,
Or our guide for life.
Our skies might not be sunny.
Our pain scale might not be nil.
Life of ease could take our hand
And let us glide along.
But sometimes life just isn’t easy,
And sometimes pain is our teacher.

Sometimes we need a laugh
Sometimes a cry out loud.
Sometimes our mistakes are what we need to laugh at,
Laughter could take you by the hand
And it could be your light.
Laughter could be your soul and song,
Laughter could be your delight.

Saturday, December 22, 2018

Henry Dunant: My Hero


On May 8, 1828, Henry Dunant, was born into a wealthy, religious, and well-regarded family in Geneva Switzerland.
During his life time, he was forced to drop out of school.
When he stopped his schooling, he earned an apprenticeship at a local bank, and the experiences he earned during his early career, would go on to shape a life of dedication and heroism.

After spending some time in the banking industry,
Dunant continued his career with an unusual entrepreneurial  scheme.
To continue his successful career, he joined an Industrial and Financial company, and was named President of the corporation.
Dunant needed a permit to continue his work at the Financial Company,
deciding the best way to receive it was to get it approved by the Emperor Napoleon III.
When he reached the emperor's accommodations in Italy,
he witnessed one of the most horrific battle of the 19th century.

When arrived at the battlefield,
he witnessed, first-hand, 40,000 brave soldiers lying unconscious or dead on the moist battlefield.
Naturally, Dunant was shocked, and he felt emotionally rattled. Unlike many others who have witnessed such atrocities,
he set out to change his career to change the world.
Immediately, he expressed his feelings in one of his books called "A Memory of Solferino" .
After writing his second book,
he started to group everyday men/women to help, nurse and feed other wounded soldiers.
To spread the efforts to relieve soldiers,
he spread his initiative globally.

Feeling empowered by the fact that he could make a difference in people's lives,
he encouraged global societies to develop their own  relief group.
Henry began to pour his money and time into this effort.
Dunant began to travel across Europe to encourage global governments to send representatives to attend a relief committee.
During 1863, Dunant, and four of his friends,
 founded the International Committee for Relief to Wounded.
 The future International Committee of the Red Cross (ICRC).
Soon after, the three-day long conference for global relief took place with 36 various representatives from various governments.
At that meeting, the committee set up a base plan to continue their revolutionary endeavours. The group still had its greatest days ahead.

On August 22, 1864, one of the greatest agreements was signed; twelve nations signed the "modern-day" Geneva Convention. The Geneva Convention stated that medical personnel had naturally, and the medical officers would receive all supplies needed  to save the wounded.
Three more branches of the Geneva Convention,
which involved the safety of shipwrecked and captured soldiers, were also written in future years.
These treaties which saved thousands of lives, were all written because of the vision of Henry Dunant.

After selflessly saving lives all around the world,
Henry's life took a turn for the worse.
In 1875, Dunant's financial situation turned  upside-down,
he had been declared bankrupted by the authorities.
Forethermore, the scandal had kindled a scandalous story, and he was advised to resign from the International Committee.
He was also ostracized from the International Committee completely.
Dunant lived twenty years
in seclusion on the strerts.
In 1895, Dunant was rediscovered by George Baumberger.
When the world found Henry,
he was bombarded with award and prizes.
In 1901, he was awarded the Nobel Peace Prize.

On October 30, 1910 Henry Dunant died in a small town above Lake Constance, called Heiden, Switzerland.
According to his personal wishes, Henry was buried with no company, and the world in his debt.
Henry Dunant is my personal hero, because he selflessly dedicated his life towards a personal cause: which many people may not have believed in. In times of distress, when he was forced to live on streets,
he overcame his troubles, and
he never let anything bring him down.
Dunant saved hundreds,
if not thousand of lives.
When Dunant faced adversity,
the world ignored him and let him fight for himself.
When Dunant was left on the streets,
we start to realiaze true selfishness of humanity,
because nobody chose to help him.
Dunant was one of the few people who stood up for the well being of others, selflessly, and that's why, he is my hero.
His last words before dead were "where has humanity gone?"

© Marabi Amfaal Hydara
The Humanitarian Pen

The Red Cross and The Battlefield


The Red Cross stands for a purpose  grand,
The best human mind can conceive;
Where war flings destruction abroad in the land,
The Red Cross goes forth to relieve.
Where our brave boys fall in the thick of the fight,
Even before the close of the day
The Red Cross goes forth in humanity's might,
To carry the wounded away.
They pray with the dying and bury
 the dead,
And the wounded have comfort and cheer;
For the Red Cross provides for each soldier a bed,
When pierced with shrapnel or spear,
And a nurse and a doctor will stand by the cot,
Where a soldier is needing their care.
The Red Cross provides for all those who fought,
Friend or foe any place, any where.
No matter what land, no matter what birth,
They ask not, but do with a will
All their hands find to do on this  troubled earth,
Their mission they gladly fulfill.
Can we help to bring comfort to each soldier boy?
Can we know they'll have care when they fall?
Each dallasi we give will some suffering allay,
Send some Red Cross where battle- fields call.
Let us join the Red Cross and all do our mite;
Am happy that I am part of the cite.

©Marabi Amfaal Hydara
The Humanitarian Poet

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