The Worst Day, written by Aminah Aziz (9)

I’m walking barefoot on the hot, hot sand,

Nobody to care for us in this faraway land,

Ears are bleeding from the earrings they snatched,

What an evil plan Yazid’s army hatched.

My cries have no value here, the soldiers are not kind,

I am chained to a woman from in front and behind.

I am dragged along on my tiptoes, I’m just not tall enough,

Did they think a four-year old could be so tough?

When I come to see you, I will tell you of all that they have done.

They even killed the baby, your six month old son.

I will cry upon your chest and tell you how aunty Zainab scared then away.

Then you can hug me tightly and tell me that now everything is okay.

When you left Baba, we became ghareeb, before I didn’t know what they meant,

But now I know ghareeb means that I cannot smell your scent.

Make dua Baba from up in heaven that I am with you soon,

Because a world without you is not worth living, you are my sun and you are my moon.

My time is near now as I lay here on the ground,

Your sweet little Sakina, she doesn’t make a sound.

My tears are still hot, rolling down the cheeks you’ve kissed,

Bruises from the metal chains colour my little wrists.

I see you now Baba and everyone else that I love,

I see you coming to take me to heaven up above.