Mri Poem by Fatima Alzhara Rafa

In the MRI,
They did not see a harm
Not even at all

They only found healthy days,
And hope, and love
For every living relative—
Those in the west of Libya,
Those who are like me,
And where I stay.

And the doctor became a part of it,
Making her wealthy in health,
Returning her to me.

I keep praying,
Just for you to say:
'In the MRI,
There is nothing to cry about.'

Bring her back with sight,
With those wide, lovely eyes