My feet walked on water.
My head won thousand battles.
I am a warrior in a wild game.
When surviving is the only aim
Down in life’s streets, I stretch my worn-out legs.
and race with my destiny.
We bounce together back and forth,
Once I defeat him, and once he beats me.
I have been to hell and back thousand times.
I know hell piece by piece since I accompanied devils for my entire life.
They are my enemies and friends,
for they were with me in my darkest times.
They thought me that being bad is not too bad.
And being good will not always be the best choice.
I knew loss’s taste before I was born.
I lost peace the day I saw my world.
I found solace in self-made stories.
They give me hope to carry my fight on.
My fight is not like any other fights.
Don’t judge the blood on my hands.
It’s no one else’s,
but mine.
I fight for no land.
I am my land, and my land is an idea
The idea of self’s love.
How love gathers with wars?
Love is a feeling with no place.
It can be found even in a war space.
for a worthy life, I fight.
I was born in hell, yet I dreamed of light.
Written by: Insaf Raoufi
