My Father’s Belief

(Edited for Final Portfolio)

This is my father’s belief

To give my all

And take back what was stolen by the thief

A long journey searching for relief

To climb the city that thrives on the mountain and sound the Prayer Call

This is my father’s belief

A knife, a stone, a pistol, as taught by our Commander in Chief

To stab, to throw, to shoot, to squall

And take back what was stolen by the thief

But sometimes I wonder, can we turn a new leaf?

“They took your land, your home, left you with nothing but a dirt wall!”

This is my father’s belief

“Make us proud, Habif.”

I hide my tremble beneath the covert wires packaged neatly under my shawl

And take back what was stolen by the thief

I am enthralled by my father’s grief

This had not been my intention at all

For, this is my father’s belief
To give my life, and take back what was stolen by the thief