I should know better than to look at social media on my phone while still half asleep in bed in the morning. But I do sometimes, probably because the intensity of the collective pain to be found there helps to efface my own restless, anxious dreams. Sometimes it just amplifies them though, as yesterday when I read a post by poet Sahar Muradi on Instagram (@Muradi.Sahar) about her desperate efforts to help family and friends escape harm in Afghanistan.
My response was to post one of her poems, which I remembered had moved me when I’d read it a long time ago in One Story, Thirty Stories, an anthology she co-edited with Zohra Saed. And I added the poem to my syllabus for my creative writing students.
Isn’t the point of poetry to know another’s suffering and to respond? I hope her efforts find a good way forward in this dangerous moment. I hope we are all looking beyond just this moment.
If you want to make… nostalgia (my version of gulab jamun)
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