there were so many lines that struck me… “There is no return/ that restores me/ to what we were before the leaving.” so moving… i am thankful you shared this poem
There is so much devastating imagery and so much strength and beauty. I found myself thinking of the performance of this poem as a stage play or a dance, a living prayer and a cosmic cry.
Achingly beautiful. Devastatingly sad. I have all of your books. Reading you on this increasingly sullied platform is like finding a ray of light in the darkness. I will reread this and reflect more. Let the words sink slowly in. Thank you.
What else is there to say? This poem embodies so many nuances of exile and loss with the unmistakable specificity of this genocide--the hunger, thirst, dissociation, displacement of the soul while the body is suspended "in every place except the place." I am profoundly moved and humbled, dear Mohammed.
there were so many lines that struck me… “There is no return/ that restores me/ to what we were before the leaving.” so moving… i am thankful you shared this poem
Thank you Sarah!
There is so much devastating imagery and so much strength and beauty. I found myself thinking of the performance of this poem as a stage play or a dance, a living prayer and a cosmic cry.
Wow, Mohammed. What a piece of writing.
😭 Straight to the heart.
Thanks a lot Sarah!
Achingly beautiful. Devastatingly sad. I have all of your books. Reading you on this increasingly sullied platform is like finding a ray of light in the darkness. I will reread this and reflect more. Let the words sink slowly in. Thank you.
What else is there to say? This poem embodies so many nuances of exile and loss with the unmistakable specificity of this genocide--the hunger, thirst, dissociation, displacement of the soul while the body is suspended "in every place except the place." I am profoundly moved and humbled, dear Mohammed.
Breathtaking and heartbreaking. Thank you.