A Poem for Palestine

I breathe into the mushq

of hundred incense sticks

like some weedhead, a mujnoon

To numb the bomb smoke

propelled from Falastin to Kashmir

through my heart’s invisible pipeline


Black worms writhe out from Mejdool dates on my iftar platter –

dates my muhajir friend from West Gaza had sent me –

someone who performs wudhu each night

beholding Quds from her window


The martyred children have become Suhoor drummers

crying ‘Death to oppressor’ in their shrill voices


İ don my pheran,

put on the Keffiyeh

and run barefoot after them

Together we chant



Ahymon Ayoub Khan is a columnist. She holds a Master’s degree in Sociology from the University of Kashmir.


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