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LANALLAH __Islamic BlogZine__
Friday, October 08, 2004

My name is Sarah, I am but three...

My name is Sarah

I am but three,

My eyes are swollen

I cannot see,

I must be stupid

I must be bad,

What else could have made

My daddy so mad?

I wish I were better

I wish I weren't ugly,

Then maybe my mommy

Would still want to hug me.

I can't speak at all

I can't do a wrong

Or else I'm locked up

All the day long.

When I awake I'm all alone

The house is dark

My folks aren't home.

When my mommy does come

I'll try and be nice,

So maybe I'll get just

One whipping tonight

Don't make a sound!

I just heard a car

My daddy is back

From Charlie's Bar.

I hear him curse

My name he calls

I press myself

Against the wall.

I try and hide

From his evil eyes

I'm so afraid now

I'm starting to cry.

He finds me weeping

He shouts ugly words,

He says its my fault

That he suffers at work.

He slaps me and hits me

And yells at me more,

I finally get free

And I run for the door.

He's already locked it

And I start to bawl,

He takes me and throws me

Against the hard wall.

I fall to the floor

With my bones nearly broken,

And my daddy continues

With more bad words spoken.




"I'm sorry!", I scream

But its now much too late

His face has been twisted

Into unimaginable hate.

The hurt and the pain

Again and again

Oh please God, have mercy!

Oh please let it end!

And he finally stops

And heads for the door,

While I lay there motionless

Sprawled on the floor.

My name is Sarah

And I am but three,

Tonight my daddy

Murdered me.

--> Author unknown <--


Anonymous Anonymous said...
oh my gosh, this poem is sooo sad ='(  

Anonymous Anonymous said...
Oh My gosh,this poem is sad, it makes you cry when you listen to it. All of you girls out there be proud of your dad and take in consideration of them, they love you, and trust them that they wont hurt you like this girls dad did.  

Anonymous Anonymous said...
OMG! I feel as if someone recorded that horrible night and my life and wrote a poem about. There's only 1 difference between me and poor Sarah: I'm still alive.  

Blogger lanallah said...
@anonymous: i was really shocked to read ur comment...I obviously know things like this happen , but it's like...unreal, too sad and shocking to be real! May Allah heal ur wounds, coz wot u've been through isn't easy to deal with...it's not ur fault...

i hope and pray that Allah keeps u safe, happy and grants u success in both the worlds, ameen...And one more thing, plz don't bottle up your feelings and let ur past experiences ruin ur future...plz take care of urself and appreciate what a wonderful and special person u r!  

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