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Bismillah

A Poem for My Best Friend

By Natasha LalondePublished 6 years ago 1 min read
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The first time I heard her whisper

Bismillah,

I witnessed the beauty

in believing in God.

But yesterday,

between computers and cacophony,

she looked west and held her breath.

“Shooting at Quebec City Mosque”

Her breath crumbled.

Every keyboard click

morphed into biting gunshots.

Blood leaked and

pooled between her teeth.

She smelled kindling Quran's,

overheard a mother and daughter

meeting loss.

She sheltered her hand,

beaten and burnt,

in mine.

And that’s when I knew

that she was imagining

that all of the bodies around her,

bent over books,

were bowing in prayer.

She whispered

Bismillah.

It sounded different.

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About the Creator

Natasha Lalonde

70% Monica, 30% Phoebe. Oh, and I like to write.

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