Afterwards Poem by Soran M. H

entered the arena
to face the Spanish bulls—
armed not merely
with a red flag,
but with poetry—
the age of tolerance
has begun to fade.
Everything is easily provoked.
Hatred no longer
needs to wear
the face of a crime.
Oh, Fatima—
no one imagined
that you would die
inside a modern hospital,
a place raised
by the devoted hands
of laborers.
Yet no one gave you
a chance to rise again,
no chance to bloom
like a lily
after the frost.

And the Spanish bulls
grew wilder still,
while the dream
of a healthy world
was buried
beneath the smoke
of chaos,
where every road
seemed destined
to go wrong.
Do not raise your head,
Fatima.
This is not
the hour
of awakening.