Stranger Paths, The Magic in The Madness Poetry Collection is now available on Amazon
This book contains three chapters, each starts with a short story about the author.
R.J. Zarkani, was born in Iraq and lived through the Iraq war which influenced her writing in unexpected ways. This book brings a unique perspective of the war from a child’s point of view. You can witness what she had witnessed and stand where she stood. Watching the bombs as she now watches fire works on 4th of July and you can know that you are safe.
I weaved a nest
Out of the things they threw away
And I made a home for my children to say
He created an earth so large
Hoping one day
The Gods will appreciate
The waste they threw a way
The Garden of Eden was no place to stay
I know your pain
I, too, had to do the same
To free myself and children alike
To start fresh
A new life
I too had to be
I know this is a Black and White battle
And Brown is not in between
Maybe it is a color that your lens has not seen
But imagine for a moment or two
That it was you
Imagine being born to such a bad circumstance
That being caught in a boarder provides a better chance
Have you earned that ground you call home?
Or were you, just like them, just born?
The difference between you and me
Boils down to geography
I was born somewhere far beyond your sea
And so you see me differently
The difference between a citizen and a refugee
Another disaster of this world I see
Miles define who we are and who we can be
If you weren’t born where you were
Who would you be?
Here lies a dream
In papers drowned by ink
Things, even if you steel, you can never take away from me
Land I forget, before I remember
Places where I used to belong
Earth that smelled much like I
There I lay
And awake I see
There can be another me
Immigrant in this earth but free
(Was turning dark so I had to turn around)
Wars forced us to leave many houses behind
So home was a suit case, then a hotel, then peace of mind
I wander to meet trees that don’t know my name
I try to start a conversation, but people think I’m insane
My roots were dislocated and sometimes I feel suffocated
Then I remember,
Home was never far behind
Home is a place here in my mind
Take me out of this box you made for me!
“You don’t look like a terrorist” she says to me.
As I take a sip of my drink, I smile, for she thought she complimented me.
I get lost in the ignorance… or maybe it’s innocence that puts me in such a box.
Should I change my name? Maybe dye my hair blond just so you can relate to me?
A thanks to Earth,
Immigrant I thought I had left my home
Here to a new place where I did not belong
But as I saw the moon I did not feel so alone
Comforted by what I knew, I stared into space
The clouds looked familiar
And between the cracks of grey sky I found my place
The stars knew me and the sun could relate
Then I understood
The earth is vast and it does not discriminate
(By me, July 2016)