I clutched to my mother As fireworks exploded I could hear her scream Weep Cry Maybe that’s how I was Brought to life But is that fear? That envelops my just-born self? Why are you afraid Ma? I am here… Here with you… Touch me Feel me Look at me once Kiss my forehead With those blessed lips of yours Can you not hear? How people are celebrating our union? The firecrackers exploding All around us Something’s not right As she pressed me unto herself Pain Excruciating pain I willed it to go away And it did Here am I And my mother In gardens lush She cradles me with joy I gaze at her beautiful face ‘We are safe here my child…’ She whispers ‘Together, finally in Paradise…’
12th May. Kabul, Afghanistan. 10am. 13 new mothers, newborns, hospital staff and a police officer.