Dear Mr President Sir

Dear Mr President Sir,

You may have blocked the cries. But I cannot not.

The cries of the young and the helpless resonate deep within me when I am alone.

Can you not hear them crying?

 

Dear Mr President Sir,

The sound of Hawa’s cries woke me this morning. And I smelt the sound of fear.

The unconscious confession of a memorized verse of the Qur’an met me in my dreams.

Do their tears of blood not wash over you too?

 

Dear Mr President Sir,

They are real, they have faces and they are alive.

They are not a mystery nor are they ghosts.

Their present invisibility should not be misunderstood.

 

Dear Mr President Sir, they must return today.

Before the wrath of God falls upon us.