Crowds mourning the loss of Muslim victims 02-15-17
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.
About the Creator
Natasha Lalonde
70% Monica, 30% Phoebe. Oh, and I like to write.
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