Mazhloom
There is no equivalent for the word mazhloom in English So let me explain
Water is a basic right A basic necessity But when a river becomes a war zone Water is denied to the son of kauther A warrior known as a warrior from the age of 11 wants to fight, but sees a more important mission Sent into the battlefield with only a spear for protection. Reaches the river to see his thirsty reflection Looking fondly at the water, he sees the images of tents He refuses to let the water touch his lips A brave warrior did not fight in history’s most remembered battle. A brave warrior gave his life so that the children may have some water. Don’t take my body back to the camp, words of farewell and a broken back.
Mazhloom
A father follows his son on to the battlefield so he may see his face for as long as possible He walks as far as he can go until he has to let him go Hears his final goodbye and suddenly sees darkness The light from his eyes and a broken back prevents him from reaching his son Hears taunts and laughter by evil surrounding him Call out to me my son so I may follow your voice With a broken spear in his heart and a difficulty to breath His son calls out so his father can reach him A father cannot carry his young son calls out to the children to help him.
Mazhloom
A child cries so that he may give his life in battle Hides in a tent where his mother finds him What's wrong she asks don't you remember your father gave you a solution Points to the band on his arm His eyes light up with happiness once again Runs to his uncle to ask one last time Can I go to the battlefield His uncle looks at his face and at the letter written in the handwriting of his brother Heartbreaking to be reminded of your brother in such a time of loneliness He says Qasim what is martyrdom to you He says sweeter than honey And with that he rides out exiting his tenth like a full moon Fights until he's surrounded A heartbroken uncle collects his body like collecting flowers in a garden
Mazhloom
A mother thanks God for allowing her to sacrifice her children Where everyone expected her to cry Her two young sons, barely teenagers Went to battle representing their lineage of brave warriors Fought valiantly for their mother, for their religion A mother thanked God by prostrating, Her hands touching each son as her head lay on the ground She held her tears in until she was on her own There in the comfort of her home, lifetimes away from when she lost them She wept.
Mazhloom
A baby girl wants to sleep on her father’s chest for the last time, asks him to lie down so she may She knows it is his final goodbye She has seen everyone who has left the same way never come back. She is young but she is wise Tugs the end of her father’s cloak Asks him to lie down just once She knows it’ll be her last time, after three years of only finding sleep in his arms She’ll have to find sleep on the ground soon So she asks him to lie down so she may Hold on to comfort for a few minutes more Before she has to say goodbye The next time she would lie on that chest, the bones would be broken and her cheeks would be swollen
Mazhloom.