As many of you know my daughter just recently graduated from high school and will be off to university by the end of the summer. Despite all of our excitement and joy for her future, we are so heavy with the events of our world, especially what is happening in Gaza.
Yesterday, some friends gathered to wish Sojourner well and during this gathering we decided to read a poem, in turn, entitled “Running Orders” by Lena Khalaf Tuffaha, to consciously remind ourselves that all is not well with the world. This exercise, poetry, is our means of keeping the people of Palestine in our hearts.
Here is the link to our reading:
Running Orders
by Lena Khalaf Tuffaha
"They call us now.
Before they drop the bombs.
The phone rings
and someone who knows my first name
calls and says in perfect Arabic
“This is David.”
And in my stupor of sonic booms and glass shattering symphonies
still smashing around in my head
I think “Do I know any Davids in Gaza?”
They call us now to say
Run.
You have 58 seconds from the end of this message.
Your house is next.
They think of it as some kind of
war time courtesy.
It doesn’t matter that
there is nowhere to run to.
It means nothing that the borders are closed
and your papers are worthless
and mark you only for a life sentence
in this prison by the sea
and the alleyways are narrow
and there are more human lives
packed one against the other
more than any other place on earth
Just run.
We aren’t trying to kill you.
It doesn’t matter that
you can’t call us back to tell us
the people we claim to want aren’t in your house
that there’s no one here
except you and your children
who were cheering for Argentina
sharing the last loaf of bread for this week
counting candles left in case the power goes out.
It doesn’t matter that you have children.
You live in the wrong place
and now is your chance to run
to nowhere.
It doesn’t matter
that 58 seconds isn’t long enough
to find your wedding album
or your son’s favorite blanket
or your daughter’s almost completed college application
or your shoes
or to gather everyone in the house.
It doesn’t matter what you had planned.
It doesn’t matter who you are
Prove you’re human.
Prove you stand on two legs.
Run.”
- Running Orders, by Lena Khalaf Tuffaha
via @Pacinthe
