Foreigner – A Haiku

Foreigner - A Haiku

my identity
crisis unfolds – worlds collide
where do I belong?

born in the midst of
those who see me, as the one
belonging elsewhere

lost, I search for a
little compassion, just once
so fear can subside

Copyright Claudia H. Blanton 2015

This post was inspired by a television show on Germany TV, where comedians and poets, who happen to be Muslim – and have spent most of their lives, if not all of it, in Germany –  deal with the current tension, by using humor, art, and words to relief some of the fear of extremism.

Extremism goes both ways – not only from those whom we see murdering people, but also in our reaction to those who share nationality and/or faith with those whom done those atrocities. The veiled woman in the store, or the Middle Eastern gentleman passing by is not responsible in a personal sense for these deaths. Lets keep that in mind, and create dialogue, instead of more fear and hate.

 

Broken – A Dark Flash Fiction

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“You are asking me to give up my what?”
“Everything and anything that is associated with the world of the devil. Headphones, I pods, you know, all of the things you have accumulated, and that has led us to the despair so far.”
“You seriously are trying to get me to believe that the reason you and Dad had problems, is because of modern technology. I can’t believe you bought into this shit!”
“Daniella, watch your language!” The woman in a long black skirt drew a deep breath. “No one expects you to move from the world of the devil to the world of salvation without doubts. That is a part of the growth one has to experience. Father Thomas..”

“Father Thomas? That dude wants your money, the money you and Dad made in this world you call ‘of the devil’. How in the hell did you get so brainwashed? I was only gone for three months!”

She smiled at her daughter .”We always have been seeking salvation, and he has given us the answers.”

“Oh, bullshit! I am going back to LA, I only got a week until classes start again.”
“You are not leaving!” There was panic in the older woman’s voice.

“Oh, yeah?Watch me.  I am leaving. I am 19, Mom. Luckily Grandpa’s trust pays for my expenses. He was smart enough to leave me his fortune, now I know why.”

She paused, as the realization of her mother’s reasoning became clear. “He talked you into bringing me here, didn’t he? He thought you could force me to join his flock, give him access to my trust fund. You seriously thought I would do that? That is my future Mom, my way through medical school. Grandpa worked his rear end off to make sure, I could do anything I wanted, while you had your head in the clouds with all that religious nonsense, moving from one guru to the next.”

“Father Thomas is different.”
“Yeah, he is trying to milk you completely dry. I can’t believe Dad does not have the balls to stand up to you!”
“Seriously young lady…”
“Call me when you left this cult, you know where to find me.”

Danielle turned swiftly, rushing toward her hybrid,stumbling over the protruding roots to get away from this madness, but also to not allow her mother to see the tears that she could no longer hold back from streaming down her face.

Copyright Claudia H. Blanton 2014

This post is a “Daily Prompt” post