The Sons of Ghulam Muhammad

By Inayah Jamil ©

To the sons of Ghulam Muhammad you came here with nothing and held tight to brotherhood. You were immigrants from another country and a name you made for yourselves. You couldn’t speak the language but you learnt it through conversations. There were sacrifices and everyday struggles, but you braved those challenges together. You saw greatness in your abilities and brought equality to the streets. You developed fellowship between people and those people still remember your names.

Ghulam Muhammad is the name of Inayah’s great grandfather, but the poem is about the story of her grandfathers migrating