by Hassen Lorgat
I did not know these comrades well before
but this breakfast promised a lively exchange
and between puff and smokesignals
it became clear that they were Palestians in resistance
After a few hours together
we visited prisons whose walls once encased freedom fighters
now turned into spaces of hope and liberation
At all times I could not stop looking at Hamdi’s shiny, comfy new shoes
“Please have them,” he offered
“I bought two pairs”
“I left Gaza two months ago, with only the clothes on my back!”
I did not take them (I was just admiring them)
but I could not help wondering
what a privilege it would be to walk in this man’s shoes
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