Cecile Sarruf šŸ˜¬

  • published Aleppo in POETRY & PROSE 2018-07-17 13:52:16 -0700



    Everything is dying: the cats,the Ā dogs --- the people. Only birds live because they have the sky. Where there are entryways, there are stones. Walls are wretched gaping mouths to potential enemy lines. It was a sniper that got my sister and struck my mother, picked them out as they ran with water for the thirsty in their hands. Is this what fate looks like? The bus is on loan from the king of Jordan. He would not send his men, but he would send a bus for the thousands fleeing. I board the bus and take a seat in the middle, in case it blows up at the front or back. My brother Adel is racing down the street. Donā€™t leave me, he is yelling, his face caked with dirt and blood. He is all I have left. In his hands he holds a bag of bread. Women lay over rubble in their thobes like dead moths. Silence catches its breath between the sting of bombs that hit my heart.

    I used to love lamp light; the moon of the studious in university windows overlooking commerce and industry. I used to admire prophet like professors anointing the ignorant with prose of peace. Why do we leave? Because we must, if we wish to put our eyes on the heavens and claim a spot to call our own on this earth. I want to live. I want children to remind me of what happiness and joy sounds like because in these wars, we are robbed of everything, but hope.

  • published Reflections 2018-11-19 15:51:36 -0800

    December 21, 2019
    Contact: Bushra Khan-Haroon

    How I wish to see you in peaceĀ For you to feel the tranquility of the motion as the water of the ocean hits your feetĀ These tired eyes long to get a glimpse of you then quickly fallĀ  asleepĀ Ā And dream of youĀ Ā in a better place a better you a better meĀ Tired of the way things have to beĀ Why now in this place why you and meĀ We have a purpose we have a needĀ How I wish to see you free O Jerusalem!Ā Ā Free from the memories of previous yearsĀ Where once light walked with us in peaceĀ Ā And gave us the duty to maintain the garden in peace with perfect harmony

    But the devil has fooled usĀ What is the point of a sacrifice to GodĀ In the holy land if we act like able and CainĀ Killing your brother and killing one anotherĀ Where's the peace and glory in that?Ā Perhaps the troubles we see at your holy siteĀ Are the macro problems we see in the world in a small scaleĀ Give me something to eat when I hungerĀ Quench my thirst in a parched landĀ Give me justice, the lovely eyes of my family not in tears because of oppression and scent of my jasmine in my wife's body not her long labored sweat.

    It used to be we fasted from water and drinkĀ Ā Let's us now fast from injustice lies and deceitĀ Oppression suppression and hateĀ That is the dream I foresee.Ā Ā One tribe one nation restoring the garden pulling out all the weeds plowing the land and seeing sunflowers bloom to match the sunĀ and the high status we have taken our land.Ā Turn these thick tears into cheers and let us feats again at the table to bring our hearts together. Amen


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