ماہ نور عمران
میرے بارے میں
جلے ہوئے لوگوں کی چیخیں
ہماری موجودگی کا خطرہ
برداشت کی تلخ گولی
Adila was being watched
Her eyes were tired of seeing
Her body was tired of being seen
Paranoia painted her home in Pennsylvania
Everything was gray and the air was frigid
She never wanted the American Dream
But she accepted the punishment of her own existence
Ebrahim lost his baby brother to drones
His eyes were wrapped in layers of bandages
His bones were broken to pieces
Anguish painted the landscape of Afghanistan
Everything was red and the air was muggy
He never knew what he did to America
But he accepted the punishment of his own existence
The terror of “anti-terror” is a steep price to pay
We will relinquish our privacy to your apparatus
We will give you our eyes and our bodies
We will let our virulent blood write your policies
We will live with our supposed propensities
And if we endure, you may stifle us quietly.