Konya Shamsrumi

So because I was ‘smart’ in class and a little rebellious, I got away with telling the teachers I would not do any of that reciting poems with other kids in class, which is a bad thing retrospectively, but I mean, utilize privilege when you can.

After ages of avoiding the shore, I went back again. This time however, I vowed not to wait. I got a ship. The sailor had wanted me on it all along, but when the time to sail came, I left the shore. The ship was good, but I wanted better. What is wrong with waiting for a little while more when you have been waiting all your life?

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.