What they told me was that they couldn’t save her.
I saw the mountains once when I was young. With her, and her newly clean head. My father was afraid. Taking our child to a warzone! That was what he wanted to say, I’m sure. But there was nothing to be done. Her time had been lost.
I stayed mute. My mother spoke for me. Food and relatives. Each dying the same way as her, in the heart. That time had been suspended for them, and to save them peace she kept her mouth silent. It was a statement, she said. They laughed, ya habibi ya habibti! Pray that the statement does not last for long!
And mom smiled
She smiled
10/08/20??
Metaphor is the language of the REM state.
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I'm never going to be able to go back.
Oh, hey, you're still reading? I hope you're not still bleeding.
That's just a little Samidare humor.