Sisterhood
Two girls, who like to play sisters.
Both wear different headscarves.
One is a hijab.
One is a tichel.
Will we grow old?
Will we see the sun set today?
Will we see the sun rise tomorrow?
Will we remember we are sisters?
Will the open dead eyes of the Palestinian corpses,
and the gaping holes of bombed homes by IDF
go away?
Will the ground ever be green again?
Will you feel your mother’s hands
saying “May Adonai make you like Sarah,
Rebecca, Rachel, and Leah?”
Will you hear your mother’s call to Salat
prayer, and bow and prostrate at her side?
Will we grow up to be soldiers
and will we fight each other?
Will we grow old?
Will we see the sun set today?
Will we see the sun rise tomorrow?
I’m afraid we won’t be able to forget.
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