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Ronit <strong>and</strong> jamil (an excerpt)<br />
by Pam Lask<strong>in</strong><br />
1.You Don’t Underst<strong>and</strong><br />
I began<br />
<strong>in</strong> black stones<br />
<strong>and</strong> subterranean waters.<br />
Allah spoke to me <strong>and</strong> said,<br />
“claim this soil<br />
its heart<br />
beats <strong>in</strong> your breast!”<br />
I know <strong>the</strong> Qur’an<br />
is just a book,<br />
but it is here<br />
<strong>the</strong> Prophet Mohammed<br />
made his journey<br />
to <strong>the</strong> throne of God.<br />
2.It’s Complicated<br />
I am not a terrorist<br />
not my Abi ei<strong>the</strong>r,<br />
I pray to Allah<br />
to ban <strong>the</strong> evil spirits<br />
wait<strong>in</strong>g bodiless at <strong>the</strong> door.<br />
Yet everywhere I turn<br />
a checkpo<strong>in</strong>t<br />
so I can’t leave<br />
nor can I stay.<br />
3. Through <strong>the</strong> W<strong>in</strong>dow<br />
Angry wasps<br />
seek vengeance<br />
under <strong>the</strong> cow-shed<br />
<strong>in</strong> <strong>the</strong> red sky,<br />
as Abi<br />
grabs <strong>the</strong> mo<strong>the</strong>r<br />
smo<strong>the</strong>red <strong>in</strong> grief<br />
while her baby wails wildly,<br />
yet I know<br />
<strong>the</strong>re is a better way.<br />
Ronit has shown me<br />
<strong>the</strong> nest opens<br />
if you allow it,<br />
<strong>and</strong> it is possible<br />
to lift your head above it<br />
<strong>and</strong> see a sky<br />
without rockets.<br />
4. Jamil<br />
I see your face<br />
<strong>in</strong> <strong>the</strong> mirror<br />
of <strong>the</strong> watersad<br />
eyes w<strong>and</strong>er<strong>in</strong>g<br />
a lost fish,<br />
<strong>and</strong> I say<br />
this water is ours<br />
no sign says<br />
Palest<strong>in</strong>ians here<br />
Israelis here<br />
stay away,<br />
so I swim<br />
towards you<br />
<strong>and</strong> with you<br />
away <strong>from</strong> <strong>the</strong> underwater<br />
ugly currents.<br />
5. Shihab (*)<br />
So be it<br />
I am <strong>the</strong> shihab,<br />
still, <strong>the</strong>re is a sky out <strong>the</strong>re-Ronit<br />
<strong>and</strong> what a fool<br />
not to plant<br />
<strong>in</strong> this garden of goodness,<br />
discard<br />
<strong>the</strong> sheets of hate<br />
you have all tried<br />
to plant <strong>in</strong> me:<br />
my people <strong>and</strong> her people, too.<br />
(*) Shoot<strong>in</strong>g star<br />
1. Where I’m From<br />
Trees<br />
don’t remember <strong>the</strong>ir roots<br />
<strong>and</strong> hilltops<br />
don’t remember <strong>the</strong>ir hills.<br />
I am <strong>the</strong> only son, half of a tw<strong>in</strong><br />
who doesn’t hear<br />
<strong>the</strong> sighs of stars<br />
or <strong>the</strong> hunger of <strong>the</strong> day.<br />
I am <strong>from</strong> <strong>the</strong> love of school<br />
<strong>and</strong> poetry<br />
<strong>from</strong> <strong>the</strong> river, words <strong>and</strong> sky.<br />
I am Doctor Assad’s son<br />
<strong>the</strong> one who lives <strong>in</strong> Ramallah<br />
<strong>and</strong> East Jerusalem,<br />
<strong>the</strong> holiest of cities.<br />
It’s strange to have two homes<br />
<strong>and</strong> still feel like I have none.<br />
I eat humus <strong>and</strong> kunafe nablusia<br />
<strong>and</strong> listen to Firouz,<br />
while I play on my ouds<br />
<strong>and</strong> strum away<br />
<strong>the</strong> sorrow.<br />
4. No More<br />
No more<br />
tender-boned<br />
Jamil. No more.<br />
So tired<br />
of be<strong>in</strong>g a sweet boy<br />
like a shepherd<br />
who herds his sheep.<br />
Soon I will be<br />
a ram<br />
who watches<br />
“<strong>the</strong> orchard hang out its lanterns.<br />
The dead stumbl<strong>in</strong>g by<br />
<strong>in</strong> shrouds.<br />
Noth<strong>in</strong>g can be bound<br />
or imprisoned. “ (*)<br />
Not me.<br />
(*) Rumi, THE BOOK OF LOVE<br />
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