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Nazand Begikhani
The War Was Over
The War Was Over
The War Was Over
Christmas dayI arrived at my mother’s house
with my four year old son
that was their first encounter
My son had seen her photographs
and jumped into her arms
my mother was struggling to hide her tears
No-one will know
if they were tears of joy
or of grief for the loss of my brother
who carried the same name
In deep silence
still in her arms
Nawzad smiled and said:
I have missed you Nana giyan
© 2006, Nazand Begikhani
From: Bells of Speech
Publisher: Ambit Books, London
From: Bells of Speech
Publisher: Ambit Books, London
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The War Was Over
Christmas dayI arrived at my mother’s house
with my four year old son
that was their first encounter
My son had seen her photographs
and jumped into her arms
my mother was struggling to hide her tears
No-one will know
if they were tears of joy
or of grief for the loss of my brother
who carried the same name
In deep silence
still in her arms
Nawzad smiled and said:
I have missed you Nana giyan
From: Bells of Speech
The War Was Over
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