Child Refugee Awareness Choral Project | The Poem2018-02-10T17:52:10+00:00

“Don’t Call My ‘Refugee’”

by Lamiya Safarova, age 9

My life, my destiny
Has been so painful, so don’t call me refugee.
My heart aches, my eyes cry,
I beg of you, please don’t call me “refugee”.

It feels like I don’t even exist in the world,
As if I’m a migrant bird far away from my land
Turning back to look at my village.
I beg of you, please don’t call me “refugee”.

Oh, the things I’ve seen during these painful years,
The most beautiful days I’ve seen in my land,
I’ve dreamed only about our house.
I beg of you, please don’t call me “refugee”.

The reason why I write these sad things
Is that living a meaningless life is like hell.
What I really want to say is:
I beg of you, please don’t call me “refugee”.

From Azerbaijan International (7.1) Spring 1999.
© Azerbaijan International 1999. All rights reserved.