The Invisible Army
The Invisible Army
They wrap their dry faces with dirty cloth
And if they are lucky, a plastic helmet
The sun is squashing them, like we squash a moth
And we leave them lying dead, burning, till we collect them at sunset.
They are canned in the bus
Then canned in their rooms
They have no expressions
They were wiped out
By the sun, by the dust, by the law, and by us
They try to run away from the burning sun
They try to remove the never ending dust
But there is nowhere to run, from the dust nor the sun
All you can see behind that never ending yellow dust
Is their broken souls, through their eyes, looking at the shiny cars
They are not as human as we are
For they are nothing but workers
We don’t want them in our shopping malls
For they are polluters
We choose not to see them
We choose to forget about them
This invisible army that builds our country
Remains invisible behind the never ending yellow dust and bright burning sun
Mimiz Blog - Diary of a Qatari Girl 
Mashael K. said,
September 10, 2009 at 8:47 pm
msakeen ='(
sometimes when i’m in the car in the noon
and i see them building something near the street some of them are putting something like a small towel around their neck just to clean it from sweat or dust in the burning sun.. god bless them..u r talented mashallah …i’ve been trying for days to write what i told you about..and it’s so diffecult to put the right words..but i’ll keep learning from you..thank you =)
mimizwords said,
September 11, 2009 at 1:42 am
Dear Mashael, I hope that we have more people like you who care, and inshallah one day you will make a difference. Keep trying with your writing, dont give up. You have to practice and do it again and again until one day you are satisfied. There is no right or wrong in writing, what matters is that you write.
I CARE said,
September 11, 2009 at 5:12 am
We need “white people” to tell us that we should treat people right.
We can’t treat people nicely and give them their basic rights just because we care. We need people from the UN to open a human rights office and tell us what we should do.
Islam is boxed in a mosque, we go back to it when we want to and we keep it away when money comes in the play.
🙂 We should try and organize better campaigns to help them. You won’t believe how happy they’ll be if you go to them with a icebox full of cold water and pepsi. You’ll feel better yourself.
Susie of Arabia said,
September 12, 2009 at 11:41 pm
This poem is also very good, Mimi. You are concerned, observant. and conscientious. Keep writing – your voice is so important!
mimizwords said,
September 13, 2009 at 11:52 am
Thank you dear susie for your encouraging words
Dimple said,
September 14, 2009 at 3:28 am
Mimi,
I came from Susie’s blog. You are a good poet and write observantly and compassionately. Keep it up!
Abu Dhabi/UAE Daily Photo said,
September 14, 2009 at 1:25 pm
Great stuff, Mimi. Keep writing. It’s refreshing to see such thought in the region.
Keryn said,
October 9, 2009 at 11:59 am
This is a moving collection of words. I was a flight attendant in the Gulf and served many of these people travelling both to the Gulf and home. My heart went out to them and their lives, the families they left behind and the hardship they faced. It can be such a sad world. Keep up the beautiful writing….
mimizwords said,
October 9, 2009 at 3:49 pm
Keryn
What an interesting job, I always wondered how it is like to be an air attendant. you must have meet all sorts of people in the world.
New In Qatar said,
September 5, 2013 at 9:06 am
Poor labor work hard earn little 😦