40

" I wrote this on the 40th day of my dad's passing away. To us, Arabs, the 40th day after one's death, is often a day of remembrance, where people visit his family, and often prayers are held to commemorate. Very emotional indeed."

To a stranger:

In pain,
you and I become one.
Your tears run down my cheeks,
their salt burns the edge of my mouth.

You hear me sob,
your voice echoes mine.
I see your gaze,
like a reflection in my mirror.

Death separates,
Pain unites.

God bless them all.
Amen.

June 2006