bil 3arabi: 6 poems by Sara Saleh

By | 5 December 2019


She asks me why I don’t write in Arabic.

“You’re Arab, no?”

Eh, mbala … but …” I try, more question than statement.
“I am … but …” Always a disclaimer.

What I want to say,
“What does it mean to exist in in-betweens? Shame, self-doubt, siesta?”

So shukran, Zeina, for awakening the languages inside me. I am learning.
And like most things in hijra, this is ongoing.

These stories are living,
and no one can occupy that.

To rebuilding languages, and rebuilding the cities inside us.

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