Konya Shamsrumi

As the year continues to run, the call continues with this month’s theme being “Times!”. We have had many events to mark the uniqueness of this month in our  country and beyond and since poetry offers itself as an avenue to let out these emotions, we encourage you to use it as an outlet. As you know,  poetry wouldn’t complain.  Have you got that one poem that speaks to the heart of our theme? Then this call is for you.

 I’d never forget the day he died, Marzuq looked me in the eye and I saw how much pain he was in. He was just nine months old. He was laid on the bed, as usual on his back for his siesta.

the loss of a father who was also a mother, the pain it carries when you lack the love that was once bestowed upon you and you were told to become a man.