When the bad people came to our village,
We left our Watan.
Father, will you find home for me?
I left my doll behind.
She is scared without me.
I left my cousins and my friends.
I didn’t even get to say goodbye to them.
Will I see my grandmother again?
I know she is sad without me.
Who is going to make me Mantu?
No one makes Mantu like her!
You told me I would make new friends here.
But,
Children here don’t speak our language.
They don’t play our games.
They don’t know our Watan.
When the bad people came to our village,
We left our Watan.
Father, you said we left for me.
You want me to go to school.
You want me to feel safe.
But,
I am worried about my doll.
All I have from home is memories.
I want to remember our Watan.
I want to taste my grandmother’s Mantu.
Father, will you find home for me?
About the Creator
Asiya
Asiya is my Sufi name given to me by Sherif Papa, my spiritual guide. I was born in Cairo, Egypt. I am a spoken word poet. I love writing short stories. Feel free to email
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