Eid Mubarak, my Muslim friends!
Nadia Aboulhosn keeps talking about how “Arab” she is but, girl, where yo upper lip at? That’s a white girl problem right there.
(I wouldn’t ordinarily come for a fellow Lebanese woman but she’s a racist so girl BYE.)
City of peace,
Love in the soul of writing.
Baghdad my wound,
My father the working man died without knowing joy,
My mother mislaid her youth in the mirror
And the only witness to my first grief on your breast
Is the breath of the sand,
The starry sky and God’s gaze on the call to prayer.
I wished so much today that man had never discovered fire
And cursed it to advance so much in its own din.
This soil that gave birth to me, today put to death.
Oh mother! I want to return inside your flesh
To hear the beating of your heart,
To quench my thirst in the murmur of your breath."