there was once a woman named Zaynab
who was more important to God than i will ever be
and she witnessed things far worse than i have ever known
and yet she said
ما رأيت إلا جميلا
there is a Love that never ends
يا ودود
there is a Light that always shines
يا نور
beyond the sadness and darkness
the angels knew we were rapists and killers
but they couldn’t see the secret within
that could know all the Names
how do you know Love
how do you know Light
how can a woman see mutilated bodies
and say
ما رأيت إلا جميلا
there are times when what my heart sees is more real than what is before my eyes
i asked the young Rohingya girl what her name was
“Zaynab,” she said
and she told me that her Play-Doh
was rice and some aloo and an onion
but all i could see
was Beauty





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