Immortal Beloved
by Nora Bassiouni
You are my mother, a mother I never knew existed.
I feel like an orphaned child, left out in the dark.
And still some believe they will bury you in silence
Without me ever knowing you were alive.
But let them know that an orphan never forgets.
I see my brothers and sisters massacred daily.
The blood, the carnage, the suffering has never ceased.
You have been neglected, left alone, unaided.
They have raped you, not once, not twice, but everyday.
But let them know that an orphan never forgets.
What is peace when violence now has the same meaning?
Where is hope when justice and equality are nonexistent?
Why are 181, 242, and 338 now only ordinary numbers?
Why are we arguing about 20% when you are whole?
But let them know that an orphan never forgets.
I will come to you. This is a promise. For I have a vision.
You will live again to provide, nourish, and protect
All peoples living together as equals in your presence.
You will return.
Nora Bassiouni is a student at Boston Universitys School of Medicine. Her email address is norabassiouni@gmail.com.
