safta worship

november 2011

i practice the sacred worship of mizrahi grandmothers

who are too old
for the label ‘mizrahi’
who remember fasting on ramadan
and eating ma’amoul on easter

who would have tried to understand
the concept of tents as protest
after living in one unwilling
for years.

who survived in the world
by the sheer force of their resilience
who still wail
when someone they love dies
or if there is news of violence on TV.

who shouted to keep
their children
their houses
their tables
their shops
at those who tried
to take it all away

who died before they could find a place
they could call home but
who have some sweet memories
in every place
and left behind some children every where

children who will always know that
wise and tired smile
and recognize it
when it settles finally
on their faces.

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About mirit mizrahi

artist, writer, activist, giant. זהירות! אני מזרחית
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