I’ll show you an ordinary woman,
who surrenders her destiny
and declares her chosen life
dispensable in a single moment.
What would you make of this woman
who wears her grief in so elegant
a manner, her sorrow stuns every
room she inhabits.
Here is a woman with a talent
for uncloaking misery, unearthing
ghosts hiding in corners, and
finding them an open window.
Some say, beware an ordinary woman,
one who creates sanctity in solitude,
one that grieves in silence and quietens
herself when voice should prevail.
Beware a woman, who digs so deep
for survival within the marrow
of her bones, she astonishes even herself
with the courage she exhumes.
(After Nadia Hashimi’s book, A House Without Windows)
