While little Alan was sleeping in his mother’s arms at dawn
On a cramped boat on the Mediterranean Sea
His mother was still
She knew her path was going to be rough
Not smooth like the stream of light, pure and clear
But as a warrior in her heart
She was determined
To carry her beloved children to the safety
The ocean was alert and the waves were quivering
And each wave was dancing in a circular motion above the sea carelessly
Fishes
Big and small
From the depth of the water holding on the moving waves
To greet the visitors with the waves transmitting energy
Children were soundlessly asleep
Men were nervous
Women were preoccupied with motherly instinct and anxiety
Suddenly
The boat unsettled
Moved to one side
And the unexpected sound of fear covered the sea
Water panicked
Fishes jumped around the boat
And they spurt water with the sad news to each other
That there is going to be another
Grievous loss at the sea
Everything went silent
And still
With Only the wavering sound of the sea
That laid her trembling hand
On her aching heart
To pray for the victims of war
For the seekers of freedom who took bold chances
To grab the ray of a free land
In their fingertips of hopes
Willingly
Shahla Latifi
09-05-2015