The bow and the court
The cradle foregone
The sitting hurl
Buraq steeped in hierarchies
Forgotten sounds
A Prophet reborn
Likeness to intransigence
Mother and father
In an empty call.
Cries in the night.
- By Laila Ali Haid
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