In remembrance of those heroes and sheroes who lost their lives in the ocean looking for freedom and peace!
** A true story…
My city was always called big jail.
A prison with brutal jailers,
and lots of chains and checkpoints on the gates.
Forcing youths to leave, they forced me to too.
I never knew whether they were enemies or friends,
families or acquaintances.
I just didn’t know!
“Life in there was more than confusing,” that’s what I felt.
I watched on movies and read in newspapers about the dream lands,
I heard about peace and harmony, so I decided to escape!
Some smugglers put me on a ‘’death boat’’
after paying them what I got from selling my 30-year-old mother’s wedding necklace.
It was a gift from my grandfather who died ten years ago.
It was everything for her.
It was the only thing reminded mama of her father.
The boat had more than 200 passengers on board.
It was going up and down in the ocean due to the high waves.
While waiting for my unknown destiny on the swinging boat,
I lost my feelings and every emotion I had.
I forgot the memories I had in that jail,
The memories of my childhood and adolescence.
I didn’t know why I escaped from that prison.
What I knew was that I was on a boat waiting for my death.
The boat almost tripped over.
Half of the escapees drowned in that deep ocean,
Which was like a hellfire waiting to eat the sinners!
Maybe I was a sinner after escaping?
I always thought I would be a sinner if I stayed though.
The screams of the escapees broke the silence I had between my mind and my heart.
Kids, women, and elders were screaming asking for help!
“They aren’t sinners, O God,” I sighed.
I wanted to help them, but I could not swim!
I never swam in my city because the sea was polluted,
The pollution came from lack of infrastructure due to destruction after three wars.
Plus, we had no swimming pools,
and my dad wasn’t rich enough to send me to a swimming academy.
I couldn’t help them… so I cursed that jail millions of times.
I believed I wasn’t a sinner to escape.
My family was living there.
Leaving them would be a sin, so I thought I was a sinner.
But I left so I could help them, so I wasn’t a sinner.
Again, the screams stormed into my ears, but they weren’t the screams of others who already died.
It was me screaming asking for help!
The smuggler was laughing like Jafar of Aladdin cartoon film while I was screaming,
The boat was gone, and I was drowned!