Among the stones, there was a flower that reached out to me.
Many years ago, I dreamt of the Arabian Nights
When I woke up I found myself laughing
Nothing wrong with the laughter
But we shouldn’t take history seriously when it turned into a big joke.
I sat at the edge of the battle
Dressed like a warrior
I am not a half person anymore
No Matter how my society categorizes me
No Matter how the world introduces me
I stand in a proud position
Pouring my excitement into the Revolution’s womb
I run with all my might seeking a door or a window
I found nothing
I type on my Google page
‘Freedom’
I searched many times
But found no results.
I recalled the rooster’s sound in our tales
I waited for its appointment
But nothing came.
I shouted like a child
Who had her first sight of a gorilla
I moaned
All the women who were hidden under my skin moaned louder.
We are not a family
We are one.
We are tied to each other against the walls of the prison.
It took a very long time to crawl from under the tunnels
Climbing the highest trees
Rubbing our faces with the world’s maps
Among the stones, there was a flower that reached out to me.
I was born with a great motivation to scratch the sky
No Matter how many people limited my power
No Matter how hard the world fought me.