For forty days and forty nights,
We let the tears fall from our eyes
We mourn the lives of people we never met
Compelled by their sacrifice
And we are lucky,
For we get to mourn together
When our tears fall, we have the comfort of knowing Thousands of tears are also falling for Husayn
When our hands beat our chests,
We know there are thousands of hands beating for Abbas
But I wonder
Who does an orphan share their grief with?
Think about how many times
You called for your parents as a child
To ask them for help, for a snack,
To know what’s for dinner or how to add two numbers together
Who does the orphan ask for help?
Who can they go to for advice?
Who do they tell the stories of their day to?
Who comes to calm them after a terrible nightmare?
Sometimes I try to put myself in their shoes
And I have a feeling that the hunger would be painful
And the thirst would hurt me, too
But the loneliness of living without my parents – that would be unbearable
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