Who Should Hear My Heart’s sigh!

I am breathless. I am breathless.
I am breathless. I am speechless.
I cannot breath nor can I speak because I am homeless.
I cannot shout nor can I laugh because I am homeless.
I am breathless. I am speechless.
I cannot play nor can I dance because I am friendless.
I cannot fight nor can I argue because I am friendless.
I am breathless. I am speechless
I cannot read nor can I write because I am penniless.
I cannot study nor can I learn because I am penniless.
I am breathless. I am speechless.
I lost my land, my home, my school, and my friends
I lost my career, my dreams, my goals, and everything
However, my memories have not gone.
I am breathless. I am speechless.
Alas! My big dreams are shattered. My future is unknown.
What should I do now?
I am breathless because I am hopeless.
I am speechless because I am hopeless.

By Aaliya, Gilgit Baltistan, Pakistan

I have written this small monologue because it really hurts when we imagine and put ourselves in someone’ position, who is passing through an adversity. I imagined myself for a while, and replaced myself with this innocent kid in the picture. I found myself in a barren desert, where I am craving for something, but no one is there to feel my longing and suffering.

Last summer of 2012, I took this picture, and the child in the image is one of the victims of Atta Abad land slide. I visited shelters, which are also located in Ali Abad. I met this child outside his shelter. I did not intend to take this image, but the moody face of this child attracted me. To bring smile on his face, I took picture, but still he did not smile. He just kept silent.

It is said that words are not just words, words have something to convey. I hope everyone will understand my ideas, which I have jotted down in this piece.

Earlier related: The Fable of My Life: Atta Abad Landslide Disaster