A Sinless Syrian Life

She was ingrained on the land of thorns,

Her mother prayed to screen her from the muddle.

Rolled her hand over her blue eyes and bidded for her well being,

Maybe, As a sign of religious believe.

"Abnataya alhulwa" (my sweet daughter), she sighed,

The God had abandoned her mighty place,

Suddenly the firing were again on its peak,

She sat inside her hiding casing her daughter with mantilla.

Messeger of Satan entered her homely shade,

Grabbed her husband and shot him thrice,

Tears rolled down the eyes of the incapable wife and mother,

And prayed for the little life she carried in her frail hands.

She ran across the Syrian died woods,

With a cursed life in her palms.

Two shots by the brutish mortal behind,

Pierced her body and her desire,

To deliver a safe life to her daughter.

The valorous lady asked for forgiveness,

From her 13 days old cramped life,

And left her body for heaven,

Leaving her daughter in a man-made hell.

The crying girl was kidnapped,

 By the devils of Satan.

Killed, and thrown into a lashing sea.

The earth shivered, the sky cried,

The lighting roared and the sea welcomed,

The sinless body of the young life.

The waves carried her as their crown,

The rain washed her wounds,

And the humble sea deposited her body,

Safely on a coast,

Far away from that horrorful land of thorns.

And internally condemned on the sins of mortal kings.

The girl gave a slapping note,

On the face of the cruel humanity,

Who was ineffectual to save her life,

And left the cruel world,

Maybe for a good reason.