Ashraf in the park

Ashraf in the park

Nahida Izaat Ghaith It was an autumn Friday morning Children in their schools Little Ashraf was lonely How about Going out To the park? I said His face lit up with joy Got ready In no time When we got there He couldn’t even wait To put on his hat So exited He ran out Ever so fast We were delighted To see him so happy Running... Jumping experiencing the freedom Of no curfew The freedom to play With no soldiers around My friend Hanifa Whispered with joy Let him do What ever he likes Let him play Let that be his day We’ll just watch From a distance So, he doesn’t get hurt Ashraf ran to the slide Suddenly... stopping Standing there frozen Not  knowing what to do Moved towards the see-saw He didn’t do a thing Then he was moving From one ride to the other Without even trying To try anything he didn’t know What to do He simply didn’t know How to play Tears filled out our eyes And, we decided to go Help him Show him how to play I convinced him To try the swing Sitting in the swing Frozen He begged me not to push I am scared... I am so scared He kept on saying Its ok sweetheart Let’s try something else That colorful rocket Over there Unlike the swing It doesn’t move at all All have to do Ashraf Is to climb up the steps To get to the top Clinging on to me He anxiously said And then what? What if the rocket takes off We moved on To the slide Where we helped him To climb up the few steps All he needs to do then Is to cross over The wooden bridge To reach to the other side He couldn’t move a foot Yet again Hnifa, my friend Decided to climb up To help him crossing To the other side She gave her hand Saying Come on Ashraf You can do it Shaking... holding on so tight He bravely ran towards her She gave him a big hug Wonderful... you’re so brave She said A big sigh of relief From little Ashraf, SAYING I made it !! I passed the check- point