When I am a Traveller

Poetry by A. Noori Illustration by Octavian Fitzherbert

When I am a traveller away from home, I am miserable, and I pray to God that no one be miserable like me.

I believed I would only be separated from my country in death, but my destiny was to be separated from my country in life.

When I’m sleeping in the morning and I hear a voice, I can hear the morning voices of those back home too.

When I am in my room with my friends, I can’t forget those evenings in my own room with friends back home.

I used to sit there with my friends, together, and we didn’t care if it was a happy time or a sad time.

Now my friends are looking really sad, but I don’t know anything about them or where they are.

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