Malala: The Ship of Courage I Poem By Samaira,11,Faridabad
Samaira, an 11-year-old from Faridabad, crafts a powerful and emotional poem that portrays the resilience, fear, and unwavering pride of a mother witnessing her child’s fight for justice and education in the face of danger.
Malala: The Ship of Courage
When I held her in my arms,
A rosebud so glorious and mild—
Glistening under the golden sunshine
My first child
My hopes, my aspirations and my joy
My dreams came true that day
A mother was born and brought to life
I am a human being
Of two different worlds
Once a wife, and now a mother—
Maybe I am not well educated
But I, as a mother, take a pledge that
“My daughter Malala Yousafzai
Will have a good education
A good life
She will rise above the pots and pans,
And not be confined to the kitchen like me.”
Soon into her teenagehood,
My daughter got death threats
I felt scared, frightened, frustrated and uncertain
For her life,
I knew that the Taliban was capable of doing anything!
This was not just a death threat but a
Major war between the Taliban and Malala
I could not stop Malala because she was fighting –
Fighting for a reason and a good cause.
It was because what Malala was fighting for
Was not so easy to fight for.
She stood up for girls education
Making each girl successful
The Taliban would destroy the temples of education
With their bad bombs,
And most of all, they would not let girls study
My worst fears came true!
On her way back home from school
As my little girl sang with her friends—
A masked gunman boarded the bus with a gun
The Taliban gunman asked, ‘Who is Malala?’
The Taliban gunman shot her point blank
One bullet entered and exited her head
Her clothes all drenched in red
My daughter was left nearly lifeless
The light in my eyes went dull
My daughter is a fighter and so will I fight for her
From one hospital to another
Many surgeries happened
After ten torturous days
She opened her eyes at Birmingham
I have heard that ships in the harbour,
Must leave the harbour,
Because that’s not where ships are supposed to be,
My daughter! My dear! She left her harbour,
And ended up in the hospital bed!
I should be proud! But instead,
My eyes are lowered in shame and regret.
As a mother, should I have stopped her?
Should I have held her hand?
When she wielded the microphone to give her speech,
Should I have sealed her lips?
As I stand outside the surgery room—
And remove my headscarf; I hold it to the skies.
As if it is my offering to God,
I hear my heart speak to me,
“My dear daughter had sailed
Through the turbulent waters
My daring daughter continues to sail
Through the storms of seas
My dynamic daughter will never turn back
She will continue to explore new horizons,
She is a ship who must leave the harbour
Of comfort! And fight for the rights of girls!
Because that is what courageous and confident ship,
Like Malala is meant for!
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