Palestinian youth tell the human stories behind the numbers in the news

Palestinian youth tell the human stories behind the numbers in the news

Khaled Al-Ostath | 06-01-2020

 

Suicide takes away, and the loss stays fresh forever.

Light a candle,
let it glow.
It’s a new year,

she would say.
I recite her name
in my head
whenever I feel
lost and blue.
She told me once,
I will always be
here for you.

But the memory of her presence
still burns on my body. 

Think of no sadness,
she would say.
I recite her favorite poem
about a life of gladness.
My smile vanishes
with my tears.
I have not left,
I am up above
with God, together,
watching over you. 

I yearn for the times
we spent together.
Her memories are
locked inside my heart
forever.

I watch fireworks,
reminding myself
it is a new year—
what can I wish for
when you are no longer here?
I pray to God to take
the pain away,
to send you back to me.
Is He even listening?

Please, wait for me,
until my days are through.
We shall reunite someday
in a place we both call home.

Posted: January 5, 2020

Mentor: Zeina Azzam


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