Ramadan, month of light
Ramadan, month of patience
Ramadan, month of testing
Tonight is a night for poetry, love, and honesty.
I have my candle, my deep, dark night and
the lonely moon in a big sky.
I love the fresh fruit, the dry fruit: pomegranates,
raisins, figs. I love the kohl, henna and bangles,
the clothing, pottery, flowers, gardens.
I’m confused by the game
The American troops, were they helping us or taking everything from us?
They said they’d leave in 2014
I’m tired from the dance of colors in each face
I’m tired of looking backwards
through barred windows and shame
Who is this Star
Who occupies my night’s dreams,
Who seizes my day’s mind,
Who is part of every aspect of my life?
History is changed by the small actions of ordinary people. —Zahra A.
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