#alleyesonrafah
She breathes in smoke
It deflates her spirit;
She then exhales a flame
While her eyes are red
The world is a strident grave
And life is a pungent breath
While anonymity is her steed
On the highway to a promise
God forbid, it vanishes!
Her soul, the little grace
A mourning dove reveals
As traumas darkest secret.
Heaven, in silent grief
Adorns a rosy crib:
Her feet at its river
And her head by its sea!
Jun 16, 2024
Jun 16, 2024 at 6:21 AM UTC
But a dream-prayer clawing its way into corporeality
A curse cast to plunge the heads of every deathmaker onto the spikes as a reminder
A rebuke of the money-monger celebrities
who remain silently complicit as thousands of mothers let out
A guttural scream for the severed limbs & excavated hymns of the blessed children
A plea for justice
A song for peace
Sprouting from seed
“Bury Zionism under the rubble of my grief”
she says, as…
[the invocation eclipses into a tangible thing]
“The Nakba is over…”
Palestine is free
[the soft sun rises over Rafah]
ٱلْحَمْدُ لِلّٰهِ
“…alhamdulillah…”
From the river to the sea
May 12, 2024
May 12, 2024 at 2:14 PM UTC