Mohja Kahf
Syrian - American
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Holding Fatima In The Light

Her legs plump in tights under a dainty skirt
—little girls are such fun for mothers to dress—
she lies splayed on the floor,
a mass of red flesh and nerves spilling from her neck.
Four dead children and two dead adults crowd the video
of a home in rubble from shelling by a regime bent
on rooting out rebellion.
i. do. Not. Look. at the photo of the little girl decapitated,
but she is there when I shut my eyes.
I beg it to be a lie. Photoshopped by a liar
who thinks lying helps the revolution.
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