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By Ashraf Aziz

Gaza, February 2024

 
I fly
away from this
nightmare lurking in the details
of our lives, besieged
by all the tools of death.
 

And the lines
war destroys
and replaces
all the facts in us,
reality devoid of the old rituals.

A nap. (However fleeting.)
 
Is there meaning to humanity?
Or value?
Death is not fate
but this process.
 
Snaps
Souls
The brain
The heart
 
 
My heart goes out/ to the daily rituals/ of her love/ although she is elsewhere.
 
 
Hope erased
people gone,
 still we cling to our roots

Under this sky
We resist
the disappointment of the whole world
 
– by making our own luck,
in the hope of achieving a dream.
Identity
 

Translated by Dr Anba Jawi and Tamsin Hopkins