Fight Against Thalassemia

By Javaria Waseem

I open my eyes and the nightmare begins
I can feel the blood flowing in my veins
It’s supposed to keep me alive, but is it?
I don’t know, I wish it did.
They tell me I need blood transfusion
medicines and all those supplies.
All that is out of my reach for I belong to
a poor family and prices are too high.
I had dreams to be something great as well
but now I dream to just survive.
It’s a battle hard for a kid like me
Is there someone to help me fight?

I close my eyes and the world seems peaceful
for the thought of dying escapes my mind.

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