{"id":3244,"date":"2024-05-03T16:40:39","date_gmt":"2024-05-03T08:40:39","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/bangsamororeview.com\/main\/?p=3244"},"modified":"2025-04-21T20:38:25","modified_gmt":"2025-04-21T12:38:25","slug":"four-poems-new","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/bangsamororeview.com\/main\/four-poems-new\/","title":{"rendered":"Four poems"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><em>Jahara A. Solaiman<\/em><\/p>\n<p><strong>Ramadhan in Gaza<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>A crust of bread for them,<br \/>\n<span style=\"font-size: 1rem;\">Already a blessing,<br \/>\n<\/span>While we,<br \/>\nWith our ingratitude,<br \/>\nWhine of the plenty<br \/>\nThat is our iftar spread.<\/p>\n<p>The sunset Adhan of Maghrib<br \/>\nA reminder<br \/>\nOf having made it through<br \/>\nYet another day.<br \/>\nTo us, just a signal that<br \/>\nTo eat, we may.<\/p>\n<p>Their Taraweeh,<br \/>\nPrayed in the open<br \/>\nOn the hard earth,<br \/>\nAmidst the rubble<br \/>\nAnd the rumble<br \/>\nOf an explosion unexpected,<br \/>\nWhile we on full stomachs<br \/>\nWait to roll up the mat<br \/>\nAnd head home.<\/p>\n<p>Them,<br \/>\nAware that,<br \/>\nTo fast another day<br \/>\nThey might not,<br \/>\nNor sight<br \/>\nThe crescent moon<br \/>\nHeralding the Eid,<br \/>\nNor have their kin<br \/>\nTo celebrate with.<\/p>\n<p>They,<br \/>\nWith their tribulations<br \/>\nSpanning the years.<br \/>\nMay Heaven be the reward<br \/>\nFor their tears!<\/p>\n<p><strong>A Grocery Shopper&#8217;s Thoughts on Grief<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>Grief comes<br \/>\nConsumed in cups<br \/>\nSometimes in spoonfuls<br \/>\nBut otherwise,<br \/>\nNo exact serving size.<\/p>\n<p>It comes packed in boxes<br \/>\nOr in jars and cans<br \/>\nTightly sealed, yet<br \/>\nReady to be opened<br \/>\nAt a moment&#8217;s notice.<\/p>\n<p>The ingredients are a mix<br \/>\nOf mostly tears,<br \/>\nA smidgeon of hurt and regret<br \/>\nOr a dash\u00a0 of memories<br \/>\nThat leave a bitter aftertaste.<\/p>\n<p>Always in stock,<br \/>\nLife&#8217;s store shelves<br \/>\nAre full of it<br \/>\nReady for either the frugal shopper<br \/>\nOr the impulse buyer&#8217;s taking.<\/p>\n<p>Grief comes in<br \/>\nIn a variety of packaging,<br \/>\nAnd a hefty price tag,<br \/>\nBut no &#8220;Consume Before&#8221; date on the label<\/p>\n<p><strong><em>So Sanggibo a Ranon a Piyatay\u00a0 o Satiman a Tadman<br \/>\n<\/em><\/strong><strong>(A Thousand Good Memories<\/strong><strong> Destroyed by A Single Mistake<\/strong><strong>)<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>Treasured memories<br \/>\nAre a-plenty.<br \/>\nIn the thousands,<br \/>\nMore maybe.<br \/>\nOverflowing the heart<br \/>\nTill they were<br \/>\nWhat it only knew..<\/p>\n<p>But it only took<br \/>\nJust one mistake,<br \/>\nA careless word<br \/>\nA mindless deed<br \/>\nA single blow<br \/>\nTo painfully shred<br \/>\nA whole,<br \/>\nDelicately pieced together.<\/p>\n<p>Such is human nature.<br \/>\nOne misdeed<br \/>\nMakes a stranger out<br \/>\nOf those thousand joys.<\/p>\n<p><strong>Ode to the Marawi Fog<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>Hand in hand<br \/>\nThe fog and cold go<br \/>\nLike lovers at the promenade<br \/>\nOn a winter morning stroll.<\/p>\n<p>Oblivious to the shivering throng,<br \/>\nThe pair smother all creation<br \/>\nNonchalantly,<br \/>\nWith the misty cocoon<br \/>\nOf snappish cold.<br \/>\nA veneer of glossy damp<br \/>\nairily drifting.<br \/>\nThe sun must have been sent away,<br \/>\nFor this pair to bask<br \/>\nIn their icy honeymoon.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Jahara A. 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