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The morning filled is with blossom
but my soul is worrisome
something is missing in this world
is there anyone to be there for the Uyghurs?
Even the corners of these streets
are cold like a city of graveyards
I can’t feel my Uyghurness anymore
my tongue stutters.
It’s difficult to differentiate the seasons
knowing only the falling of leaves
and the growing of blossom
in nights of solitude I mourn,
there is no dawn star I can greet.
Aziz Isa Elkun
Interviewed by Marina Shupac. Poem read by Elkun
All humans have a mother
But all mothers’ fates are different
If you can:
give a bunch of roses on Mothers Day
give her a call on Sunday
visit her often and be with her on Christmas day
So I can say
How lucky you are!
Mother,
Everyone’s mother is an angel …
Mother lives in the heart of a child forever
You are everything for a child
So you are the same for every child
The world will end
Without loving mothers!
Aziz Isa Elkun
Borders
How long is it
since you became a source of conflict?
We all know well you did not exist
before Adam was born
At that time humans were kind
and they knew how to love
So why did humans create you ?
Why are they obsessed with you now?
There are so many wars because of you …
You know