What will our children do in
the morning if they do not see
us fly?
- Rumi
When you walked
Carrying me in your womb
I felt like riding on a chariot, Mama
When I was afraid of ghosts
Your scarf guarded me, Mama
I won’t pray to an invisible god
My breath was like the deepest ceremonial pray for you
Dreams of those mute people
imprisoned in a flooded place
They themselves mock their eyes
Blood flowed. Yet, no peace of mind.
Now I need a hand to chase away the fears.
- Baramji Song (Mother)