Student Voices
Hello everyone. My name is Zoya Arshad Karim and I study in Pakistan International SCHOOL-DOHA/QATAR. I like to read books, gain as much knowledge as I can, listen to music.

I'm really glad to Mrs. Mary that she gave me a chance to become a student ambassador! It's really a huge opportunity and I'm really excited on taking a step further in this project.

I joined iEarn in November 2016 and it has been almost two years since I've been a part of this project. iEARN is a major platform which discusses the global issues. It is a place where we all students and teachers come together as one single community and work on the issues and present our ideas on how to solve these problems. Similarly, World Hunger is one of the major global issues at the moment and I'm looking forward to contribute as much as I can in solving this problem with my fellow mates through iEARN.

You all are most welcomed to share your ideas and ways on how you people want to contribute in this project. Don't be shy, we all will work together. So let's all come together as one and help each other to find solutions to hunger.

The Great Tablecloth
by Pablo Neruda

When they were called to the table,
the tyrants came rushing
with their temporary ladies;
it was fine to watch the women pass
like wasps with big bosoms
followed by those pale
and unfortunate public tigers.
The peasant in the field ate
his poor quota of bread,
he was alone, it was late,
he was surrounded by wheat,
but he had no more bread;
he ate it with grim teeth,
looking at it with hard eyes.
In the blue hour of eating,
the infinite hour of the roast,
the poet abandons his lyre,
takes up his knife and fork,
puts his glass on the table,
and the fishermen attend
the little sea of the soup bowl.
Burning potatoes protest
among the tongues of oil.
The lamb is gold on its coals
and the onion undresses.
It is sad to eat in dinner clothes,
like eating in a coffin,
but eating in convents
is like eating underground.
Eating alone is a disappointment,
but not eating matters more,
is hollow and green, has thorns
like a chain of fish hooks
trailing from the heart,
clawing at your insides.
Hunger feels like pincers,
like the bite of crabs,
it burns, burns and has no fire
Hunger is a cold fire.
Let us sit down soon to eat
with all those who haven’t eaten;
let us spread great tablecloths,
put salt in the lakes of the world,
set up planetary bakeries,
tables with strawberries in snow,
and a plate like the moon itself
from which we can all eat.
For now I ask no more
than the justice of eating.

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