#stopthehate Poems by Malak K Chehab : Flood of Faith, Who Says? Untitled, & Real or Shadows

Pray, Hands, Praying Hands, Sculpture

Flood of Faith

The floodgates of heaven are open.
Deluge, drizzle, gush, sprinkle, full blown storm,
All pouring down on the unsuspecting human
Who looks to the sky for hope and prayer
That their wishes will be realized in little time?

A connoisseur revels in such a flood of hope,
Peace, and satisfaction in seeing their fortune 
Grow like the plant taking from the soil in the hope
To welcome the sky with its dainty fingers, in a breath,
That could touch the limitless well of yearning that's baby blue.

What's wealth in contrast to health and peace of mind?
Where there's money, there is covetousness 
and fear
Of loss of material power and overpowering those weaker.
When health is the issue,  no amount of money 
Or bribery will endow your blossoming again.

Finally,  if your conscience is clear, you can sleep 
Deeply without any worries as your faith and morals
Adhere to something greater than the worries of humans;
Your perception is a well of knowledge that those 
Who follow their values instead of social edicts
Will never feel the need for more and more money, only faith. 

Real or Shadows

Tug of war, tug of joy, tug of fear,
While tugging at shadows of terror
The horror before me leaves me asunder.

Toddlers screaming at one another
The incomprehensible presence of others
Of the same size, behavior, and voices bother.

Their tiny fingers touch and retreat quickly 				
Unbelieving that they are real, unlike the scrutiny 
That's only an image in the mirror that you study.

These toddlers are three years of age
And have rarely interacted with babies on a bike.
They panic when inundated with as many a babe.

Run, scram, hide, rake, scratch, scream at them all
Making sure you're heard having a Devine ball
Jumping from one room to the next after each fall.

How do we manage kids' trauma caused
By the imposed isolation that bred
Mistrust and trepidation from youngsters that fears abound?

With vaccines around, life may take reign again, 
How will adults behave after such imposed pain
Of seclusion, social distancing, and nary a train

To transport you past the need to be alone,
Not lonely, no, just alone in your bubble home.
It's more serene and relaxing that way for thee.

Who Says?

Who says you have to be perfect?
Who says perfection is all it’s cracked up to be?
Who says you have to follow all the rule? 
Who says you have to live with the stereotypes of gender?
Who says you can't make your own way?
Who says you can't impose self-respect?
Who says that life is but an evil fairy tale?
Who says that magic and wonder exist?
Who says you aren't an island?
Who says you can't survive, alone, happily?
Who says your beliefs are nothing but lies?
Who says your faith is ridiculous?
Who says your values aren't shared?
Who says that science has taken away wonder?
Who says that life isn't itself a wonder?
Who says that magic doesn't infiltrate all your pores?
Who says that love, values, God aren't your only recourses?

Untitled

"Man has it all in his hands, and it all slips through his fingers from sheer cowardice." Fyodor Dostoevsky

To be a coward, 
One must:

Fear being changed, 
Fear loving it,
Fear beauty,
Fear being hopeful,
Fear the inspirational,
Fear of being an individual, 
Fear of being assertive, 
Fear of being humane,
Fear of being disruptive,
Fear of being positive. 

When all is locked in a chest,
How can you break its best
From solid bonds that need a rest?

Take pride in 'you', the 'person's,
Have faith in yourself and press on,
Knowing that what's right will live on!


Bio: 
Hi, my name is Malak Kalmoni Chehab.  I am an introvert who was born to Lebanese parents in Ghana.  When the Civil War broke out there, we moved to Lebanon only to face the same problem; so we moved to Canada.  I was raised there as a teen and young adult, before marrying and moving back to Lebanon.  I married, had 3 kids, raised them there and went back to University there to complete my teaching diploma and MA in Comparative English Literature. I taught all levels of school and college, before the political situation went down the drain, and had to move to Canada with my kids to provide a better future for them.  My husband, a veteran, whose career spanned over a quarter decade, helped me meet a variety of social classes, whose problems were freely discussed.
Living through such upheavals has made me bear witness to injustices that are inhumane, and they’ve stayed within me until I had the courage, inspired by my children and husband, to start writing, as they knew my love of reading and disappointment in third world countries’ political climates that are the results of colonization