Carried like wreckage on restless currents,
a hushed syllable of scales and fear adrift on brown water.
But a stranger’s hands became a shore: gathered him whole.
The flood itself seemed to bless the act and surrendered him to hope.
Author: Fatima E.
Fatima E. is an architect by profession and a writer by inclination, whose work often explores the intersections of place, memory, and humanity. She is drawn to words that seek to bridge the distance between lived realities and the way they are remembered or retold. At home, her cat faithfully supervises every draft.
You can find her on Instagram: @whirlingmoonlight.