Sadia Qazi, a young woman in Pakistan, came to my attention because she left a comment on our Spirited Woman Blog that literally made me weep, the writing was that beautiful and heartfelt. So I reached out to her and asked if she would write a series of guest blogs for us having no idea of her enornous struggles. In her first post Wings of a Butterfly, she wrote about losing everything, but also realizing that she had everything. In this her second blog, I am featuring her original comment, including her poem, the one that brought tears to my eyes and my soul. Nancy
I am a spirited woman because I believe in me... I believe I am precious and I can make a difference.. I have stood firm in harsh winds and I have raised my flags when all hopes were down... I am a fighter and I battle in my life with hope in my faith, love in my heart and contentment and positiveness in my soul... I believe I am a spirited woman because I have also inspired women around me to raise their spirits high in the trying times.
I wrote a poem for International Women's Day this year and presented it in a seminar..
I was broken and beaten,
Engulfed in bondage and pain.
Wrecked in shackles of flames
Mere symbol of beauty and vain
I was a phantom no one could fathom,
I was a book, no one read.
Putative as what, I was meant to be
Living a life,
And my soul was dead.
Courage to be myself,
Was not easy.
With my heart so creasy.
Despite the atrocious wicked crowd,
I raised my voice,
High and loud.
I dared to dream and took a stand.
With a leap of faith and grip of hand.
Dreamt of dancing with the cool breeze
Absorbing hues from the rainbow stream
Singing a song with my heartbeat
Envisaging a trumpet of my feat
I broke the chains that held me tight,