|“I’m not a Saudi born”|
I am an expatriate
Who has come from srilanka
Lives in the country of holy Makkah
Where the deserts spread as far as the eye can see..
The sun shines ever so bright and strong..
In the land of the golden sun, in which I belong
The beauty of date trees stands majestically
It cannot be replace by anything perfectly
The people here with a great hospitality
globally welcomed by other nationalities.
Less evil; what I saw
When they draw the Sharia-Law
There, the country was in religious extremism
Now I entered in the boundary of Islamic pietism
Stepped on the dry land with honest
Effect, my dress got modest.
My eyes which used to capture the green land
Now go across the desert sand
My kid who flew in the rainfall like a bumble bee
Joys now making sand castle near the Yanbu sea
Keeps me away from the blood relations
Anyway, comfort with annual vacations.
I’m not a Saudi born
nevertheless I feel this is my own
– Bushra Siddeeque Zahir
Kenz International School.