Creative Writing Bank

The feeling of freedom is hidden
Hasan Bhatti, 1/29/14
*Arabic Terms Translated at the End*


The feeling of freedom is hidden
until a Bedouin boy in blue exclaims,
"Hasarni!"

And you follow him quick
with no knowledge to help you
And you slip as he turns
around rubble to lose you
And there's yet another
dirt road laid before you
Where the footings still shit
but the road then transforms to
A place that is not
where he first did implore you

To chase him, "Hasarni!"
he wants this of you;

And the colors on clotheslines
they stretch rainbow smiles
As you take your eyes off
of this bluerry lean child
And see golden sharp figures
of hills that run wild
In a mild winter sun
that turns air into piles
Of the warmest of laughs
and the calmest of sighs
Telling stories of walkers
and nomads who have tried

To keep moving and moving
knowing not where they'll lie
A decision they measured
by the clouds in the sky
But this cannot be
the way they will now thrive
Since life now makes them sit
on a hill with no time
Table back to the fields
where they know the way by
All the nature and nurture
that nature can provide
So with him your rubber
soul slips to sky high
Migrating without shame
from lands you-and-he left lie
Where wars will still fight
and hopes will still die.

So he ran and he ran
and I ran and I ran
And we ran and we ran and we ran:
And. We. Ran!


The feeling of freedom is hidden
until he asked "Hasarni; chase me
please come with me:

And forget all of those labels,
those maps.

Things that limit little lives
into checkpoints, walls, and trash

Things that make you and I
soldiers in life

Keeping each other away
from love, peace, and light

LAH! Khalas Hasan! Hasarni!
Please. Come with me:

And I'll show you the freedom
ringing from these hills.


*Arabic Phrases*
Hasarni: Chase/follow me
Lah: No
Khalas: Stop