her w ana a falling
of rain bi april abdoun
ana a rotting of songs
a quiet touch of her
hands bein my sometimes ahmar
wa always zay her own hair
mama habeebti her breath
moments of chamomile wa nicotine
cascading into the base of my neck
{ya binti ihna
a whole people of words
written bi the palm of god
kolna a language blend
of cardamom flavoured tea
leaves left to soak
over night}
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TEXT:
ZEIN SA’DEDIN
UNITED KINGDOM
ART:
RAMAH ALHUSSEINI
BAHRAIN