She pulled the handle, walked into my room
The sky was dark, my window fully open
A little breezy but
Still I woke up drenched in sweat every morning
She took two steps
My carpet was a little damp, A darker shade of green
She sat on my bed, right on my feet again
She started muttering a silent prayer
Her lips made only sounds of saliva turning
No actual words to be heard
And then she slowly took my blanket away
Lifted up my shirt
And it felt like an eternity
But I didn’t move.
I knew that she knew I was awake. She always knew.
She finally ended the silent pause
Her prayer was finished
That’s when she put a knife on my chest
I felt its coldness and was relieved for a second
That was the coldest thing I had felt that night upon my skin
I stayed put.
She cut up two lines
and removed with her hands
until she saw my heart
“That’s for me,” she said
Elhamdülillah
That I heard,
Then I slept
And didn’t wake up
Art by Ezra Aydin.