الله Asks Why I Haven’t Been Sleeping Enough

By | 1 May 2020

written in the Arabic Form (after the poet Marwa Helal)
for the christians in Iraq under persecution
“Iraq’s Christians ‘close to extinction’” – The BBC

first his in dreaming misses father my
people his met he where language
river the by kin honeyed burning not & alive
so drink to safe is it him telling constellations like gathered
weeps he / mouth yasmeen tiny his bloomed / drank he
االله this like you answer to want I
light at flinching eyes with fists with awake & proud
honest its in country my of you tell to want I
satellites rooftop of city language
ghosts like air the belling jasmines
gentle smoke street soft amman sama al hills seven
teeth & blade & silk of city prayer to call a as
grief like me fills liquid is cello of song the
trying night the spend I mine be to this for pray I &
understand to grandparents my for breathe conjugate to
& black their in together & beautiful left grandparents my
mouths their from spilling apology photos white
grief isn’t this say & river a for mouth my cut will I
forgiveness at good been haven’t I – li aghfir rabi
promises my keep can’t I – li aghfir rabi
course of & back your into borders smoke-stained its knifes world the
photos your in holes scrapes world the thing a say won’t you
afraid I’m seen are you / س / * them fill to you to up its &
scattered mothers the nothing fixed it & died everyone
to sistered wives the dress girl’s a of pieces like
/ l-qudus r-ruhi wa l-lbni wa l-abi bismi / other each
trumpetless scarved up rolled bodies our
kabbalah of balls to tightened &
mourn will who & missing go we pray
mourning language this in us
meant thirst means birth means language this in
enough cold & sad was someone because born was I
us mourn will who warmth for gutted & open cracked be to loved be to
hundred the with rings name your االله / sleep they when
/ window my through hurled fist a sun the / shadow like thirst for names
light the see still & eyes my close I / mats prayer their gather they

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أعدك ، أنت على قید الحیاة في مكان أفضل*

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