Poetry Reading

Part I

of Childhood and War

Memory of The War

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Lightening

On top of the world

We stood

Or so we thought

On the dorm’s rooftops

We slept

Explosions lit the sky

No thunder to fear

Just man’s lightening growing near

In time to get a shuteye

[That’s my Baghdad in 2007]

Childhood Mornings

I remember when I was maybe eleven.I had to wake up as early as seven, rush to the neighborhood baker. He made our street smelled like heaven. The fresh bread gives me warmth on my morning walk. And a lady sitting in the street, selling something to eat. Breakfast routine that I love to remember. Memories of early December.