poetry: Winters Named After My Mother
From the Blog noorsplace *In Pakistan, it is widely believed that if you name someone after a person, the former party will inherit qualities of the latter party* Seasons were never nameless in our household / Giving them names — dainty pieces of our grace — was a mercy plea in advance / the epitome of surrender / to never despise / what's now a part of us Every year I named winter after my mother / tore her name like a whisper and gulped / as winds sharpened their blades to invade our homes / murmuring Bismillah / followed by Surah Al-Ikhlas I was born when summer was still in its youth / before the winter ever knew glory / to ever love a season unfamiliar with burning / was to be an ephemeral ego / a Sapphire crushed to death Naming winters after a life that started mine / has always been my last apakistanblogs.blogspot.comRead Full Post
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