Tuesday, July 11, 2006

Anfal ("to take everything")


    you flourished

    while thirsting in the blue-black shadow of Babylon
    where the sun creeps too close and glares
    thrusting shifty prisms upon a young girl
    who does not shield her large eyes
    or shrinks from the heat

    reds and oranges and yellows sought you out
    hottened your skin
    and you opened your arms wide
    overcome with childish hope that you really could
    catch them all with cool hands
    and swallow them whole
    swelling inside with so much beauty

    there was no way to hide you

    splintered blisses escaped your fingertips
    still sticky from picking dates that stained deep-creased hands
    the only sign that you would grow old over night
    your sway like the cyrillic bend in the Euphrates
    stilled tip-toeing antelope
    enchanted even crusty poplar trees rooted in salty earth
    who fashioned you a parasol of fingered branches
    to crown their japheh-draped fawn
    and tried to trick the sun

    knowing that the sun covets what it creates
    knowing that they will not hear you scream
    knowing that they will not smell you burn
    knowing that the rain will not come

    they drop white leaves covering your light foot prints



    In memory of Abeer Qassim Hamza, the 14-year-old girl who was raped and murdered along with her father Qassim Hamza, her mother Fikhriya Taha, and her 5-year-old sister Hadeel Qassim Hamza on March 12, 2006 in Mahmudiya, Iraq, allegedly by U.S. forces.



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    20 Comments:

    Blogger ozymandiaz said...

    A very awe inspiring work here. Beautiful in its portrayal of innocence. So sad it is a requiem or, moreover, that it is required as such.

    7/10/2006 8:19 AM  
    Blogger Mike said...

    Very powerful! I love the audio - this is the first I've seen (heard) that, and it's a wonderful touch. Great to hear the poem read by its own author. Your second stanza works very well as an introduction to this young girl, while the third clearly conveys her innocence, "opened her arms wide" = very trusting, "swelling inside with so much beauty" = nice dual meaning, both describing her idealism as well as her budding adulthood.

    7/10/2006 8:48 AM  
    Blogger Scheherazade said...

    Thanks Ozy and Mike for your insights.

    This girl haunts me. I was at a musical festival last night, and even found myself "looking" for her in the crowd.

    Glad you appreciate it.

    7/10/2006 10:33 AM  
    Blogger Crunchy Weta said...

    Oh. I just caught the news.
    Your voice contains so much emotion.. especially the "in memory... forces" part.(and the drop white leaves covering your light footprints).
    Nice to read poems that aren't self centred.
    Cheers
    Glenn

    7/10/2006 2:29 PM  
    Blogger Scheherazade said...

    me, self-centered?!?

    oh, but in a way it is Glenn. I have to remember them so that I forget myself.

    7/10/2006 6:42 PM  
    Blogger Crunchy Weta said...

    Oops crossed wires there... not you. Just meant I have been reading so much poetry of late and very little of it looks outwards to encompass people other than the poet themselves. So it was a welcome change.
    I guess in the greater scheme of things they are yourself.
    Aaarghh I'm tangled up in poo now.

    7/10/2006 7:48 PM  
    Blogger Scheherazade said...

    Dear Glenn. No worries. I knew you were referring to that larger scheme. Nonetheless, the sentiment still applies.

    Although you have mixed your metaphors: doesn't one get buried in poo, not tangled? ;-)

    7/10/2006 9:25 PM  
    Blogger Crunchy Weta said...

    Make mine buried in blue ta.
    Cheers
    Glenn

    7/11/2006 1:32 AM  
    Blogger abhay k said...

    Hi,
    what a feeling to hear the recital of your this touching tragic poem.It's for the first time I have heard a poem along with reading it on a blog...kudos to you for bringing a wholesome experience to us all.I am gonna try that too...
    Cheers

    7/11/2006 2:46 AM  
    Blogger Scheherazade said...

    Thank you so much Abhay--BOLSHOY--I chose to read it and record I suppose as a sort of eulogy for her. She's stayed with me for several weeks now. And I didn't want to forget her.

    Looking forward to hearing your voice as well!

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    And to Crunchy A.S.S.--"blue ta"? you are too clever for me; you have elevatd poo with your words, taken it out of the pot so to speak (I also like "mired" when I think of phrases involving poo); is ta poet speak, or nz kiddie speak, or mix of the two?

    7/11/2006 7:57 AM  
    Blogger Crunchy Weta said...

    Ta = thanks LOL Actually i just had Bob Dylan song on my mind.. "Tangled up in Blue." Nothing deep going on at all. Reminds me of a good kiddie joke tho..
    Knock KNock
    Who's there?
    Ipe.
    Ipe who?
    Ha ha.

    7/11/2006 1:18 PM  
    Blogger Haider Droubi said...

    save lebanon...save our humanity

    7/16/2006 4:42 PM  
    Blogger rohn bayes said...

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    7/23/2006 12:27 AM  
    Blogger rohn bayes said...

    it's very beautiful Scheherazade
i love the way you speak each name
and the place where they lived i read about it but it
was buried in numbness in my mind
there was no picture of Abeer or her
family no history no requiem until yours
gave her life

    7/23/2006 12:52 AM  
    Anonymous danny said...

    This is too painful; the supposedly saviour of Iraq becomes the tormentor.

    7/23/2006 12:35 PM  
    Blogger Russell Ragsdale said...

    Pregnant with being filled with beauty then driven to be ugliness' martyr. It is so amazing how such contradictory things, how regression gives us the past, present and (unfortunately) future all at once.

    7/23/2006 7:36 PM  
    Blogger Scheherazade said...

    Rohn: thank you for your generous praise; i do appreciate it; i didn't want to forget her

    Danny: this was painful to write as well; but necessary; i can't even begin to express or articulate--not yet at least--about the atrocities in Lebanon and Gaza; though this has come as no surprise...we are predictable in our monstrous tendencies aren't we?

    Russell: thanks for visiting; Konyechno, davai "link" (?) i'm flattered

    7/23/2006 8:33 PM  
    Blogger Lou said...

    I'm somewhat speechless... The way you eulogized Abeer reminds me of a little girl whose picture I clipped out of the newspaper in 1995 after the Oklahoma City bombing. Her name was Baylee Almon and I'll never forget her. She was about two years old, innocent, helpless, and burned alive. She still haunts me.

    8/15/2006 4:04 PM  
    Blogger Scheherazade said...

    This is one of my favorites. Bittersweet. That's precisely why I wrote it. So I wouldn't forget her.

    8/16/2006 5:01 AM  
    Blogger sadheights said...

    Thank you for remembering Anfal

    9/10/2006 11:13 PM  

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