My Story of War
Hadassah Shabnam Lal (c) 4/2018
Many of you may not know this, but I came to America as a young child. When I was a little girl in Pakistan I witnessed the War between India and Pakistan. I will never forget having to flee from Lahore to the village of Martinpur. We were subject to "Blackouts" at night. Once the sun went down, it was lights out (total darkness except for the moonlight). I recall hearing MiG jet fighters shooting bullets at each other (you could literally hear the metal clang as bullets ricocheted off each other). I also recall seeing bodies scattered at a bombing on a railway station. Seeing the photos of the latest attack on innocent Syrian civilians touched my heart and actually triggered very horrid memories. I am so thankful to America and more importantly to my father and mother who brought us to America in hopes of giving us better futures as Christians. Considering the fact that persecution of Christians has reached an all time high worldwide and is now occurring in some parts of America as the Judaeo-Christian foundations are attacked, I am quite upset. Let me add however, regardless of one's religion or ethnicity we are children of God Almighty. We are citizens of this great planet Earth. There is a God in heaven and He sees all the suffering that many innocent people all over the world endure at the hands of the real enemy of God's children and that is Satan, HaShatan, or Shatan. May your heart be touched by this poem and let's all unite to pray that the true evil behind these deeds is found and justice is served even though we cannot bring back the lives that were lost or heal the hurts and PTSD of the victims.
The Gas Attack
© April 8, 2018 Hadassah Shabnam Lal (Pakistani Christian)
www.hadassahshabnamlal.com
The attack came suddenly; Deep in the night
Families huddled in darkness; As death crept in silently and heartless
Babies were held tight in a loving mother’s arms
Wives were held protectively in a husband’s embrace
Children are gasping as they struggle to breathe
Parents died alongside holding them trying to protect, crying to breathe
How could Nazi-like monsters perform such dastardly deeds?
No one deserves such an ugly fate
Sadly they live in a war torn region that is filled with violence, rage and hate
They were mere victims of an insidious game;
No one knows, who is to really blame
Was it a leader or a rebel or someone more insidious than even that?
Playing mind games of chance using civilians as a pawn in a sick political game
Syria is war torn, Damascus has become a heap
Can someone please help stop this madness? This utterly foolish game!
There are innocent people caught in the crosshairs
Who had nowhere to go, and escape
Hadassah Shabnam Lal (c) 4/2018
Many of you may not know this, but I came to America as a young child. When I was a little girl in Pakistan I witnessed the War between India and Pakistan. I will never forget having to flee from Lahore to the village of Martinpur. We were subject to "Blackouts" at night. Once the sun went down, it was lights out (total darkness except for the moonlight). I recall hearing MiG jet fighters shooting bullets at each other (you could literally hear the metal clang as bullets ricocheted off each other). I also recall seeing bodies scattered at a bombing on a railway station. Seeing the photos of the latest attack on innocent Syrian civilians touched my heart and actually triggered very horrid memories. I am so thankful to America and more importantly to my father and mother who brought us to America in hopes of giving us better futures as Christians. Considering the fact that persecution of Christians has reached an all time high worldwide and is now occurring in some parts of America as the Judaeo-Christian foundations are attacked, I am quite upset. Let me add however, regardless of one's religion or ethnicity we are children of God Almighty. We are citizens of this great planet Earth. There is a God in heaven and He sees all the suffering that many innocent people all over the world endure at the hands of the real enemy of God's children and that is Satan, HaShatan, or Shatan. May your heart be touched by this poem and let's all unite to pray that the true evil behind these deeds is found and justice is served even though we cannot bring back the lives that were lost or heal the hurts and PTSD of the victims.
The Gas Attack
© April 8, 2018 Hadassah Shabnam Lal (Pakistani Christian)
www.hadassahshabnamlal.com
The attack came suddenly; Deep in the night
Families huddled in darkness; As death crept in silently and heartless
Babies were held tight in a loving mother’s arms
Wives were held protectively in a husband’s embrace
Children are gasping as they struggle to breathe
Parents died alongside holding them trying to protect, crying to breathe
How could Nazi-like monsters perform such dastardly deeds?
No one deserves such an ugly fate
Sadly they live in a war torn region that is filled with violence, rage and hate
They were mere victims of an insidious game;
No one knows, who is to really blame
Was it a leader or a rebel or someone more insidious than even that?
Playing mind games of chance using civilians as a pawn in a sick political game
Syria is war torn, Damascus has become a heap
Can someone please help stop this madness? This utterly foolish game!
There are innocent people caught in the crosshairs
Who had nowhere to go, and escape
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