Excerpts from Sarah Hegazi’s Letter in Exile Nada Almosa Ana Mithliya
I miss my mama
The officer covered my eyes The voice of a man The car
A dirty smell A moaning
A cloth in my mouth My hands were tied Mama
It did not stop My torture
Was electrifying
It can’t with words on a paper It can’t with words It can’t
A black dot
Buried in the soul Bleeding blood A dot
Could not be treated Yes
Mama
I lost the power to look at others I was afraid
Family, friends, and the street,
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