I saw you Zainab, wizened and grey
Your maybe 60 years all of a sudden upon you
As corpses and maimed flowed in front of you
Your eyes beholden to bloody streets
Makeshift stretchers, blocked and broken ambulances, burnt out
bombed.
And in your anguished cry you hit
yourself again and again
As if to say, though you did not need to
Today is Ashura and this is Gaza.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8rGOWkWYqJ4
Me
By my daughter
About Me
- Arzu Merali
- I am one of the founders of the Islamic Human Rights Commission . I was also editor in chief of Palestine Internationalist . I was formerly a journalist, and still write on occasion.
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3 comments:
very moving poems, both this one and one on Hussain below.
Thank you.
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