Eighteen Months Of Shadow Poem by Yousif Ibrahim Abubaker Abdalla

Eighteen Months Of Shadow

O El-Fasher, heart of Darfur's sun-scorched sky,
Why did the world drift past as your children cry?
Villages quaked, and camps bowed to despair,
Eighteen months of shadow, of absence and air.
O children of the soil, whose laughter was torn,
Whose eyes held the night, whose light was outworn.
Bodies like autumn leaves, scattered and spent,
Tears pooling in silence, in grief unrelent.
Homes smoldered, seeds devoured by flame,
Rivers ran dry where life once came.
The cruel hand of violence, precise in its art,
Left nothing but echoes, hollow and apart.
Yet in the ashes, courage flickers and breathes,
In the mourning, a pulse that refuses to leave.
This was no chaos, no blind war's disguise,
But a deliberate hand, a genocidal rise.
O killing, O harm, O ruinous tide,
The world must awaken, cannot look aside.
Justice must thunder for the stolen, the slain,
For lives erased, for unbearable pain.
O El-Fasher, voices swallowed by flame,
We hear your lament, we carry your name.
Through smoke, through sorrow, through memory's tears,
We rise with you through the darkness, through the years.

Eighteen Months Of Shadow
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM: The poem was written on Saturday,7th March 2026. This poem is written to bear witness to the tragedy and resilience of El-Fasher, Darfur. It memorializes the lives lost, the voices silenced, and the destruction endured over eighteen months of violence. Through imagery of fire, shadow, and silence, the poem captures both grief and courage, urging remembrance, awareness, and justice. The reader is called to attend to see, to hear, and to carry forward the memory of those affected. The enduring pain of the people of El-Fasher, Darfur. It seeks to bear witness to suffering that too often went unseen, and to honor those who survived, as well as those who were lost. Through imagery of fire, shadow, and silence, the poem traces the devastation of violence while also holding space for courage, memory, and the call for justice. This is not only a record of grief, but a reminder that bearing witness is a moral responsibility. In writing these lines, I aim to let the echoes of El-Fasher speak, so the world may hear, remember, and rise in solidarity with its people.
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