A stone dies and rises, a plant in the desert-
Lamenting its banishment from heaven.
I complain to the God
Tell him all of love’s bloodstained histories-
Mirroring secrets of utterly-ruined monuments.
Animals shiver in their hide when
They arrest my young nieces and nephews for wearing hijabs-
Helpless, you and I often bleed together
Behind iron -barred windows in prisons,
But fishes are happy in the poisoned sea.