The Blood We Share - Tasbiha Ayyaz
Beneath the skin, a story flows,
Of crimson rivers that come and go,
Yet in some hearts, the flow is weak,
A constant battle they silently seek.
The hemoglobin, once strong and bright,
Flickers dim in a fragile fight.
Thalassemia, the name unknown,
A struggle that many face alone.
In every drop, a tale untold,
Of children young, of hearts grown old,
Their lives entwined with unseen chains,
A dance with pain, a life in stains.
But in this silence, let us rise,
To see through the darkness, open our eyes.
To speak the name, to understand,
The strength it takes to still stand.
Awareness is the lantern light,
That guides the path through endless night,
For every soul that fights this test,
Deserves to know they’re not alone—there’s rest.
Let’s give them hope, a voice, a hand,
To spread the word across the land.
Together we can ease the pain,
And help them find the sun again.
In every drop of life we share,
A world of hope, a world that cares.
