The Story of The Old Woman

I called her
Grandma
She’s a sister of
My grandma

When the people
Were sharing the stories
And happiness
I saw her
Sitting in the corner
Of the room

She was crying
Alone
In the midst of
Our great gathering

“What’s up, grandma?”
She didn’t answer

She was alone
Her son didn’t come
She couldn’t feel
That happiness

I read her tears
The happiness for us
Is the sadness for her

I called her
Grandma
She’s a sister of
My grandma

الحق من الله، والخطاء مني