by Sarrah Hakimjee
Moonlight on a stormy night/ My mother’s hushed prayers at the brink of dawn/
shoulders colored with hope/ eyes drowned in oceans of tears/ my sister’s alter ego /
A home to mother-tongues, the ones that began in India and found themselves in East Africa/
Blossoming frangipanis/ the essence of curiosity/ A novelty to the idea of feeling/
oceans apart from my lover/ a heart mender/ an ambassador for faith/ my father’s dreams incarnate/ the liquid that drips out of the fractured moon/ amber hues in autumn/
sunflowers smiling at the sun / a blooming forest fire/ fire.
I am a beating heart.
My name is سارة .