Guest contribution by Karimah Al-Helew
I just wanted to tell you that I love you. Please Smile. I am a person. A Woman. A Muslim. A Cuban-Palestinian born in America, and I happen to express myself better in poetry—or at least I think I do. With that written, I ask you to stand in my shoes for a minute. Below is a piece, a snapshot, a taste of life in Palestine as it embraced me during my last visit. We live in a place where injustice is as evident as the sky is blue. But with every breath that we breathe, we can counter it, even if it is just by telling someone else’s story. Or our own.
Peace and thank you,
There is so much to say, I can’t just say it
There is so much I’m feeling I can’t just explain it
I try to sift the words that swim in my mind
But I’m afraid of committing an injustice
And these words might be my everything, and still fall behind.
Too often I call upon the whisper of the winds to give my words weight. Ragged breathing—thoughts—my mind in its agitated state.
Recalling memories must become my best trait; for memories are bloodlines to narratives silenced by the Holy Lands woven fate
This is more than skin. Captured moments so deep
I want you to know, to be, to see.
May my eyes be windows and ease this heart in limbo
Even though my memory is not photographic
I will work my hardest to paint sounds for you with absolutely no static. [Read more...]