my one

My brothers and sisters:

My eyes fill with tears as the blood of my brothers and sisters drips.

I can not swallow my sorrow but I must.

I'm trapped between the love for my people and the love for my country.

I am a lover of both but whom shall I cry for?

The words of my mother and father contradict the words of our leaders and

yet I still cry for all my brothers and sisters.

The food I eat is not the food you eat yet we are sisters.

We do not share faith yet we cousins

The Abbay I wear are not the things you go to the mall for.

The skirt you wear is not like anything in my closet

Yet we are friends

My mother calls me Habibitie.

What does your mother call you?

My father works hard for a living

Does you father two?

My people are suffering

What can WE do?

I have to find a way to cry for all my

Brothers and sisters.

I live in two worlds.

Yet they are one.

My one.

I will not pick only one to cry for

I am a Muslim crying for my brothers and sister

Not only in Palestine and Iraq but for my brothers and sister in

America.

They are my two worlds

My one