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Istanbul- to Edmonton is
seventeen hours by air
If you go by ship across
the Adriatic Sea
The bottom of ocean-
Shortens to water land
Us and our home- inside
the suitcase.
From the veiled ( Sevas)
city to the airport of Istanbul
Thirteen hours by bus
To fly at dawn- the
refugees were to depart
Some came from very far
away
Some were sleeping on the
chairs
Some were preparing their
hearts for the flight
Some were preparing their
bodies for leaving
Some were learning
English using a dictionary
Some were taking their
huts out of their suitcase to wear on the plane
Some were missing home
and others
…
Could
not wait to get away
from home
Some of them were afraid
to get in to a plane
Others were afraid they
would miss the plane
An evening of late fall
Us and our home in a
suitcase
From( Ankara) city we
went to( Sevas)
Seven hours by bus
Not too long time ago
We fled civil war
To (UN) Branch in Ankara
to claim refugee
Luckily accepted
We were immigrant
At a Canadian embassy
In Ankara six starving
months
In (Oluss)
A pool of refuges and the
displaced of Turkish Kurds
Every dawn Little Kurdish
girl and I were passing 122 stone stairs to Downtown ,She
dreams of selling water to buy bread-
I.. to stroll away my
challenging fate
I am not a story teller
I speak from my heart
In the dawn we board the
plane
It is the first flight
My wife and my three
little children
Ever had
The fear snapping my wife
She even forgot
The ten thousand feet is
our height
The one thousand KM an
hour is our speed
I, when the Iraqi war
plane in 1961 bombed our house ,
Since the war took away
my first childhood ball and
Put it on fire
The plane snapping me
It is my forth flight
Once for free-when I was
child
I flew with my kite
The flight held no fear
Second after the reform
in Soviet Union
I flew to Ukraine
To go to( Sweden) to
claim refugee.
In (Kiev) at the airport
control I knew
it is a fake visa
My Third flight
I was deported back from(
Kiev) to (Istanbul)
Lonely- empty as my
pocket
Our plane left the ground
Heading the sky, near
freedom
The plane is a swing for
my children,
No fear across their
faces
The pinnacle of the sky
is my wish for the plane To reach near gad.
The plane is heading the
sky,
Wishing for window seat,
Watching the cloud
filling it .
We are above the clouds
Above the rain!
Above snow !
We are above the forest!
Above the powers!
We are passing the sky ,
To feel full of blue.
The blueness of the sky,
Bringing thoughts of
separation.
Six hours in ( Amsterdam)
is our transit.
Looking like a broken
wings of a bird ,
Caring our( I O M )bags ,
No courage to leave our
gate,
Afraid of feeling further
lost.
In Amsterdam we bought a
phone card ,
To call home,
We have passed a quarter
of the path to exile
To tell we are still
alive
To tell we may not came
back.
I am stray In( Amsterdam
)
Difficult to memorize
everything yet.
Again our plane is
passing the sky ,
Leaving the( Nether
lands) flowers in its beauty,
To go to the farthest
west ,
Passing the Atlantic sky
Our plane nicely passing
the sky of( Atlantic),
Faster than the wind ,
Even faster than our
plane
Is our hope .
We are in the sky,
No sky left to miss.
We are following the
sunset,
It
is a
head of us.
We are passing the space,
To reach our new home in
Canada ,
The home is awake in
February snow,
The home has no address
in our packet yet,
The home as beautiful as
our dream!
*Istanbul: the biggest
city in Turkey
Saves: a city in Turkey
Ankara: capital city of
Turkey
Kiev: capital city of
Ukrainian
Oluss: name of a downtown
in Ankara
IOM: one of (UNHCR)
organization takes care of accepted refugees to take them to
countries were accepted in
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