Do not forget the song of the Yemeni Princess.
Cry of a child taken from golden lands
Far from these palaces of a distant childhood.
Lost to the wilderness and land of eternal winds
Parted from pomegranate trees and the love of a father.
To be an exile in a hostile world,
Stolen from friendship and a brother’s games.
Torn from these childhood stories of joy
And found only with a heart broken
Yet clasping still these shards of hope and broken dreams.
And remembering still the love of a distant man
Songs for Huda 