Poem

1st November, 2024

And when they ask who defended you

Tell them it was your elders

His uncle and his uncle’s uncle

The neighbour’s middle child

Those up above 

And down below 

However long the earth spun

1 million and 1

And if I’m their daughter 

Why should it be cumbersome

Image: Algiers horizon and Maqam Shahid

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