Nadeen Alalami

Edition December 2020

Photo credit: Janko Ferlic

Daughter

By Nadeen Alalami

Where will her eyes find a shelter when Mama cries?
Wise fingers smooth wrinkles when Mama cries.

“How could he love me and then leave me on my own?”
Mimicked lies sell comfort when Mama cries.

But this warm breast should not be weeping every night.
Hope shatters. She turns off the lights when mama cries.

“Don’t wake me up because there’s no reason to be
here.” The story fails. What was before Mama’s cries?

Nadeen. You were told you’ll save her world but you can’t
breathe. Burdened by your aliveness, still, Mama cries.


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