Poem: Beauty and The Beast

By: Nahida, the Exiled Palestinian

Subdued
She was lying on the floor
Injured and hurting

I saw her crying
I saw her eyes
I felt her pain

Her hands tied behind her back
Her feet shackled to the ground

Her hair shaved
Her face blistered
Her body bruised
Her nails pulled out

Battered
She pleaded for a break
A moment of stillness
A moment of silence
A moment of nothingness
A moment of death even
Or just a wheelchair

Warlocks in black encircled her
Intoxicated with their “chosen-ness”
They danced and twirled around her shadow

Revamped, manicured, suit-wearing cannibals
Drooled over her heart
Eyes rolling
Salivating over their supper-to-be

A stone-soldier stood by
No tongue, no heart, no eyes
In his hand I saw the knife that carved out her heart

Trembling, I came closer
She was still breathing
Her frayed heart still throbbing

She is ALIVE

I wept of pain
I wept of joy

My salty tears rubbed deep into her wounds
She jumped
Kneeling down, I whispered something in her ear

She gasped for life
Looked at me
Eyes sparkled with a grin
She knew
The birth of her baby is near


Her soul bounced back
Vigorous, buoyant, whole again
and Stunningly Beautiful

About the author:┬áNahida┬áis a Jerusalem-born Palestinian refugee living in exile for over 42 years. She was forced to leave her homeland (Palestine) at the age of seven during the Six-Day War. A mathematician by profession, Nahida has published two books — ‘I Believe in Miracles’, and ‘Palestine, The True Story’. Click here to visit her blog.