To Riad – My Palestinian Student
I received you at the door
All smiles
Across the marble of the table
We sipped green tea
We spoke of metaphysics
And discussed the cosmos
How unlike us!
The buzz of traffic on Shahrah-e-Faisal
Echoed in the twilight
A streak of crimson cut across the sky
I felt a gnawing in my stomach
And I saw embarrassment in your eyes
And I knew and you knew
And there was a long silence
Tomorrow was another working day
(Written a day after the Shatila massacre in 1982)