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By briana kassia Date: 2007 Aug 16 Comment on this Work [[2007.08.16.21.39.3420]] |
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an American GI seen in the street through the shattered stone screen of the harem by a dusk coloured woman swathed in cotton and culture so different from everything he knows he is loved and hated at the same time and when he looks up he is captivated by eyes of coffee and almonds but feared and lost before he could even be found he sees only her eyes and loves fleetingly but deeply decades hence, he will remember that daughter of the Prophet how she looked at him and he could read her every thought like the slow intoning of a sacred Book |