CONGRATULAÇÕES DO BRASIL À PHILO YKONYA E A HEMULTH A. NIEDERLE

“ Se os direitos humanos de uma mulher são violados, todos os direitos humanos são violados.”

     UM LIVRO MARAVILHOSO E PLANETÁRIO-      TIME TO SAY:    NO !

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Two Songs for Malala

Philo Ikonya, born in Kenya, lives in Norway, writes poems, essays and novels. Board-member of PEN international.

Helmuth A. Niederle, born in Austria, several book publications. Since 2011 President of Austrian PEN.

1.

On the day when Malala Yousufzai was

attacked

Allah shouted

Better

Men don‘t give me

99 names

than dare shoot one of my daughters

for my daughter is I

for her will is ours

because she wants nothing else

but what I love

nothing but

going to school.

Better none calls me

– Ya Hayy –

The Alive, the Living One

to have a long life

I die for her

Better none names me

– Ya Jabbar –

I lose all my names

When she loses hers

Do not call me

The Compeller

protecting from violence, severity or

hardness.

The Just

– Ya ‘Adl –

shouted nobody knows me

many murmur my name

but nobody listens to me

And the attackers sang proudly

praising HIM.

2.

On the day when Malala Yousufzai was attacked

Allah murmured

since mankind supposes

I am male

the troubles started.

How to convince

the human race

I – Allah – I am the big mother

love to suckle the children on my breasts

love to ease the pains

feed the straving

nourish the deserving.

People have nothing else to do

than just lending me their hands

to help.

Killing is not part of my business

and will never be.

How can they do it in my name?

Sisi na Malala. We with Malala

From silent hollows

shall songs come

and a little light

for those who on prison floors lie

Letters will flutter free

for they broken and prisoned for freedom

Malala in her wounds

writes justice for all women

what is it in reading in writing their fear

women find?

What if not freedom and a spirit that dares,

a new flag to raise?

A new flame light in the night?

Can you see Malala thanking you for

caring

for joining her voice in asking for what is

overdue

Her pains bear many women and girls in

sorrow

Then she smiles from a hospital bed and

says Peace

nothing else

Malala and us, we with Malala salaam

speak

They pray today for souls gone before,

we in letters bring voice for souls stolen

from our midst.

Malala salaam, Malala salaama, Malala lala,

Malalala.

May rays of this morning‘s sun hide in

your soul forever

And we all know it is time to say: NO!