Beauty And The Beast
By Nahida the exiled Palestinian
06 June, 2012
Uprooted Palestinians
Subdued
She was lying on the floor
Injured and hurting
I saw her crying
I saw her eyes
I felt her pain
Her hands tied behind her back
Her feet shackled to the ground
Her hair shaved
Her face blistered
Her body bruised
Her nails pulled out
Battered
She pleaded for a break
A moment of stillness
A moment of silence
A moment of nothingness
A moment of death even
Or just a wheelchair
Warlocks in black encircled her
Intoxicated with their "chosen-ness"
They danced and twirled around her shadow
Revamped, manicured, suit-wearing cannibals
Drooled over her heart
Eyes rolling
Salivating over their supper-to-be
A stone-soldier stood by
No tongue, no heart, no eyes
In his hand I saw the knife that carved out her heart
Trembling, I came closer
She was still breathing
Her frayed heart still throbbing
She is ALIVE
I wept of pain
I wept of joy
My salty tears rubbed deep into her wounds
She jumped
Kneeling down, I whispered something in her ear
She gasped for life
Looked at me
Eyes sparkled with a grin
She knew
The birth of her baby is near
Her soul bounced back
Vigorous, buoyant, whole again
and Stunningly Beautiful
Nahida is a Jerusalem-born Palestinian refugee living in exile for over 42 years. She was forced to leave her homeland, Palestine at the age of seven during the six-day war. She is a mathematician by profession. She has published two books- I Believe in Miracles, and Palestine, The True Story. Email: [email protected]
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