Tuesday, August 27, 2019

Poets and Poems: Ali Nuri and “Rain and Embers”

You begin your life in a provincial capital. When you’re three years old, the country’s leader attacks your city, which is the “wrong” variation of your region’s and family’s faith. The family debates – leave or stay? The brutality of the ruling regime makes the decision: leave. The next four years of your life are spent in a refugee camp, until the family is granted asylum in a new country. The family is safe; it’s survived. But you’re now a stranger in a strange land, with a new language, a new culture, and a new society. It’s a land where even the predominate skin color is not the same as yours.

To continue reading, please see my post today at Tweetspeak Poetry.

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