There is no way I could "properly" comment on this or even analyze this piece. I knew you had mentioned that you needed to write, and I hope this was what you needed. To get that emotion out from where you've been holding it in your soul. This poem speaks for itself and there are countless lines that affected me. What made this piece more breathtaking is how sincere and real it is. A lot of people couldn't write this, but you are living it. You have this love for a fallen homeland, for this soldier. And all throughout your verses I heard this inner cry out as to why there is a war. Why death has become everywhere and in everything.
So much emotion released freely. Will be thinking of you.
Nobody really can understand the pain we feel unless we have lived it. You have expressed your emotions so beautiful and honestly. War is certainly not the answer.
There is still hope and with lots of love almost everything is possible.
3 years ago
by Tara Kay
Noura, you are a strong spirit, a soul that while has been through much heartbreak and pain, still has the ability to move the world with it's beauty.
Sometimes we need to write to release what we cannot do safely in any other way, and I hope this poem released you of some of that pain.
Always, always thinking of you.
Noura, this piece is riveting. From start to finish, the expression and depth of emotion behind your words stuck me straight into the bleak world you've described in this poem. I'm scared to choose favorite parts, because each line is so good I don't want to do any of them an injustice. But I'll try. The start, for one. The darkness and the screaming, that the screaming would be all that would let someone know they were still alive, that's horrifying, truly. And you chose to START the piece like that. Great choice, really. I love (but I hate) that death sits with you on a bench and drinks coffee, I hate (but I love) that dying in an old military car beside someone you care about is warmer than dying in a hospital. Emotion-wise, I really think "It's everywhere, it's colourless and everywhere and I just can't escape it" and "Don't starve and don't bleed, and don't
be a hero, and don't whisper at night because I can hear you and it hurts" are probably the strongest lines in this piece. I hear your voice and I love that you've managed to make this piece so accessible to any reader, from any country, because the depth of human emotion isn't limited to country lines, and because "Love doesn't like guns" is so true, and so obvious, and nowhere in the world is it said often enough. One edit though, "it's" is a contraction of "it is," not a genitive form. If you mean to imply belonging it should say "its." Anyway, can't wait for judging to be over so I can add this to my favorites. :)