My Cup Of Joy is Only Half Full (for Karla, my sister, friend in america) (poem) by Abdi-Noor Haji Mohamed (Eagle Of Hope) on AuthorsDen

My Cup Of Joy is Only Half Full (for Karla, my sister, friend in america)
by Abdi-Noor Haji Mohamed (Eagle Of Hope) → (All Poetry by Abdi-Noor Haji Mohamed (Eagle Of Hope))

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While Watching CNN on that fateful Tuesday of September 11, 2001 Waris, a Somali-American women in Los Angels saw an explosion in the World Trade Center. The scene was horrible and harrowing. She was expecting her husband to arrive that day and with the same plane she saw crashing into the North Tower. Waris got shocked. But much to her surprise, she received a call from her husband who, by virtue of fate, missed the plane. Let’s see how she received the call and how she felt about the whole tragedy.
As I heard his voice, My heart jolted with feelings of disbelief My eyes flushed out tears of Joy My scattered brain jerked to regain balance As I heard his voice I felt like coming back to my former soul A little bit agile though, like a resurrected corps My feet reclaimed their responsibility to hold me firmly Before Warsame injected life into my cellphone The house was dominated by grief and agony It was dead with shock It was dead with gloom and silence As he let his voice wade through space Drops of hope started to drizzle in my heart His words generated stability and comfort They were as glaring as a lighthouse in the midnight sky All of a sudden the children were animated with happiness They exchanged hugs and kisses to share a wonderful moment Blended with their merry shouts were poppy’s cries It barked and waged its tail in deep excitement “Hi sweetie” came from the other end right into my eardrum His voice was soft and incredibly sweet. It was not husky, nor hoarse. It was rich and potentially inspiring. Rich with the ingredients it always contained Rich in human concern. Rich in human touch. As I turned the phone line off, my eyes fell on the TV screen And again another crash took place. A passenger plane mutated into a jet fighter The south tower was hit this time I saw half of it crumbling over I saw people running for their lives I saw firemen bravely rushing in amid clouds and whoozing flame I saw sister towers drowning in a sea of despair I gasped for a breath like a baby on his way to go “This is terrorism” I told myself. “America is under attack” What a nasty human tragedy. What a great loss! Many a wife a spouse lost a dear partner Many a child was orphaned Many a parent lost sons and daughters Still many others lost their beloved ones Though my husband is alive and well Celeberation is not for me today My cup of joy is only half full I share the pain with the bereaved. Blessed are those who care for humanity Blessed are those who love peace Cursed are those who kill innocent people Be them Moslems, Christians or Jews. Oh America, ……… Combat terror but kill not for vengeance Cooperate with the world Catch a straw. Curb the problem

Reviewed by Jim Dunlap

Reviewed on January 16, 2004

Sometimes fate does us a kindness, but unfortunately, it happens seldom in this world. Perhaps it may be different in the next.

Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado

Reviewed on July 18, 2003

(((((((ABDI-NOOR))))))))) I am in tears; thank you for sharing this powerful, heartwrenching write! I am so glad that Karla, you, and myself are friends; may GOD BLESS YOU and your family always! With MUCH love from America, your friend, Karen Lynn in Texas. ((((((((((((((((((HUGS)))))))))))))))))

>TEARS <

Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner

(((abdinoor)))

o, i am in tears

heartbreaking tribute to those that died that grim day, and to all who were affected (and continue to be)

profound, thought provoking write...thank you for sharing this--this is going into my library

(((((HUGS))))) and love to my brother and your family--my thoughts and prayers for your safety are with you always

love,

karla. :( *tears*

Reviewed by Jackie Brooks

Your poem brings out the feelings of grief and horror felt by all who witnessed this tragedy, whether they lost loved ones or not. I will never forget that day either, I had just left Safeways Supermarket here in Malton, England and was sitting in a queue at the traffic lights when I heard the news on the radio. My blood ran cold. I will never understand anyone killing for the sake of religious fanaticism.

Reviewed by jude forese

Reviewed on July 17, 2003

america is killing for survival... excellent write...

Reviewed by Lady Peg (Reader)

Excellent write.

PJ

Reviewed by DB Prabhu

Just one thing - perhaps you mean "like a resurrected corpse", not corps. Both would have a totally different meaning.

Any act of war or terror is always two sided. Seemingly, it is the cause of joy for the victor and cause of tears for the vanquished...I am sure there were similar feelings in the hearts of Afghans who survived the aftermath. So is the cup even half full after all?, Nevertheless, beautiful work

Reviewed by Elizabeth Taylor (Reader)

A tragedy. I still think we should level the ground these people walk on so they don't breed any more fantacism. God is truly having a heart attack. They would rather destroy, even in their own countries, than build and educate. Sad, no matter which side you are on. This is a wonderful work.

Reviewed by La Belle Rouge (Reader)

You know, if I were a drowning woman I certainly would not care what color, religion or nationality the one who threw the life preserver might be! Compelling write.

Reviewed by David Knight

Death fails to ask about your god before he swings his scythe.
Good words!

Reviewed by Leland Waldrip

Many lives were touched that day. The only explanation I have for someone like your loved one being spared is the vagaries of chance, as so many lost were good people as well as your husband.