Fawziyya Abu Khalid Biography

When you abandoned me,
I didn't need an elegy
because you had planted
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For my mother Noor, poet, whose verses I borrow

I hang on to the hem of her dress like a child hanging
On to the string of an immovable kite
I climb her braid like a squirrel climbing a hazelnut tree
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Not with your tribe's spears i write
for they are dull
but with my nails
words without walls
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