Exodus of Expectations 013
Exodus of Expectations
BOOK 1 Prayers
PART 3 Past Impressions/Present Amnesia
CHAPTER 13 Missing Faces and Conjecture
Timothy Vincent Alexander
AS I LIVED THROUGH AMIL MEMORIES I would realize how little I actually knew of Karima's life before America. That said what I knew was potent, horrid, and stark enough to give me a deep impression of what had shaped her. The earliest of her childhood memories I know of is of explosions going off all around her as easily as rain falls in some place she thought of as religious and peaceful before it was assaulted by the terrorism of war. She never specified if the explosions were due to Russians
RED HOOD and THE OUTLAWSRED HOOD and THE OUTLAWS2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The bullets, arrows, and fires belong to
The hood, the archer, and the star.
All three are surrounded by violence,
All three come from violence.
The hood comes from death.
The archer comes from addiction.
The star comes from slavery.
Together they fight,
Together they even kill,
But also together
They mend each other wounds.
THE OUROBOROS HIJAB?THE CHOICE: "The veil means nothing if it is imposed by law rather than personal choice. It is no longer about modesty but uniform. Once it is uniform it becomes about absurdity rather than discretion. A single strand of hair can become pornographic. Sincerity is sadly lost.THE OUROBOROS HIJAB?7 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
THE LAW: "If anything the legal enforcement of the veil guarantees sincerity. It makes it so no frivolous sight of a sister more intimate person is seen as easily as a public street. Like the virgin who saves the breaking of her seal for her husband the legal enforcement of the veil makes for the elements of person it covers elevated in honor."
THE CHOICE: "Honor
ANGEL WINGS MADE OF THREADS NOT FEATHERSA mother's son was murdered for wearing a hoodie.ANGEL WINGS MADE OF THREADS NOT FEATHERS1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
A daughter's mother was murdered for wearing a head scarf.
Both lived in a country that claims to be United rather than Divided.
Oh how far the Truth is from the Dream!
Not a dream though is that both articles of clothing were guardians angels.
For even in death the hoodie gave the boy warmth.
For even in death the headscarf gave the woman modesty.
Two traits the killers - the terrorists - of neither have any Thread of.
May it not be just a dream that justice is served,
That the terrorists have no warmth and modesty in prison.
Meanwhile it shall always be truth
That those taken aw
OUTLAW STARFIREOUTLAW STARFIRE2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She was borne a princess.
She was raised a slave.
She could have been an Iblis among jinn,
She was instead a humble peace offering.
She could have been a lover of militancy,
She instead hates all soldiers.
She is radiant like the sun.
She is passionate like flames.
She calls herself Starfire.
Duality X PiDuality X Pi2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The lifeboat is like the cook's pot,
Both are made dirty with meat and heat.
The cook himself is akin to a hyena
Ugly and vicious.
Not unlike the yellow king's relentless stalking
And drinking red blood purer than water.
Still all provide aid like mirrors.
The orangutan greatly reflects man
Much like a child does their mother
And the sky and the sea each other.
Another ugly and vicious reflection
Did the zebra break the sailor's leg?
Did the sailor break the zebra's leg?
Where and when was it
That men and beast became interchangeable?
On the floating green Eden that was a gentle hell?
On the blue limbo that is
OUTLAW RED HOODOUTLAW RED HOOD2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
He followed a dark knight
Until he was killed by a joker
Than revive by an ancient.
He returned home with the hood,
The same hood the joker once wore
Before becoming a joker.
In addition to the hood he took up guns.
Guns that make red dye
That neither the hood or his life truly need.
ONE plus ONE equals ONEHave one candid bridge between youONE plus ONE equals ONE2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Not two secretive walls.
Duality cannot exist
In true siblinghood and friendship.
You must be of one blood vessel.
You must be one river
Feeding into one bay.
Equally UnequalUNITED IN DIFFERENCE, ALIEN IN SAMENESSEqually Unequal2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
To be created equal means to be created all the same.
So is individuality and variety evil then?
The 'Americans' think so.
What they fail to recognize
Is that they sound communist
When with their propaganda
They made asked the following questions:
Is to be a mother is to be less than a man?
Is to be homosexual is to be less than a man.?
Is to Muslim is to be less than a man?
To be 'American' is anything but.
If individuality and variety are so evil
Why do we have 50 states?
50 states that are equally unequal!
50 states whose whole citizenry are equally unequal!
MANY WAYSHe cares not how you prayer so much that you prayer.MANY WAYS2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It manners not if you are mute
For you can still prayer through your movements.
It manners not if your body is stiff
For you can still prayer through your words.
It manners not if you are mute and stiff
For you can still prayer through your thoughts.
Prayer is prayer.
Memories of a Half-BreedMemories of a Half-Breed2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The son of a wolf king and a woman was hated by all but his mother.
One day a stone meant for him hit his mother instead of him.
The wolf in him grew excited at the sight of his mother's blood.
More exciting to him through
Was the thought of killing he who had casted the stone.
Before the boy could murder
More stones were thrown upon him.
Before his bloodlust for murder could grow
His mother shielded him from the stones.
Watching his mother shield him
The son of the wolf king and a woman well of rage
Became replace by an ocean of desire for peace.
LOVE IS THE RIVER WATER, HATE IS THE RIVER BEDLove and Hate are not Good and Evil of another name.LOVE IS THE RIVER WATER, HATE IS THE RIVER BED1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
Love and Hate are spectrums of emotion
That can both complement and oppose one another,
That can both be both parallel and perpendicular,
That can both be close and distant,
That can both be repeatedly converging and diverging,
That can both be never occurring.
To Love someone is to acknowledge only half a person.
To Hate someone is to acknowledge only half a person.
To Love and Hate someone is to acknowledge the whole person of a person.
For Love can be a drowning flood
While Hate a scar now a deep enough river bed to never flood again.
SKIN IS DEEPER THAN CLOTHIt is a two sad days when hate and fear stop being skin deep and become only clothing deep.SKIN IS DEEPER THAN CLOTH1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
For the shirt off my back as well as the hoodie or hijab off my head could be yours as well as mines.
And because our son is your son and your mother is our mother -
Just like the clothes we can all lovingly share to keep warm in this cold world together.
Love is the Warm Summer BreezeLove is the warm summer breezeLove is the Warm Summer Breeze2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Brushing past your cheek
Giving something like a chill,
Except warming rather than freezing
That breeze will flow through you
Like the blood in your veins
Not fast like a chill
But slowly. . . . . . .
Slower than a snail
Warming every inch of your body
And even when that breeze has left
You still feel like it's there,
Holding you to your spot
A feeling you wish and hope
Will last an eternity.
Radiant HistoriaRadiant Historia2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
History is a chronicle of many drafts.
Some drafts are white.
Some drafts are black.
To make forest radiant with purest green
Is the goal of the writer of brightest history.
To make desert radiant with purest yellow
Is the goal of the writer of darkest history.
Companions are had on the path of white.
Subordinates are had on the path of black.
Rediscovery of family is had among the shades of grays
Found between the yin and yang of war and peace.
A HOME NOT A GRAVEYARDThe best friend I ever had was a girl borne in a graveyard.A HOME NOT A GRAVEYARD1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
'Men' to the east and west of it wanted the graveyard.
The people that lived there, like my friend, were less than 'toys' to them.
To the 'men' their 'toys' were other human lives and explosions.
Those of my friend own people that fought back were no better.
As they became just more 'men and their toys'
Making need of graves while destroying graves.
If 'men' would truly be men rather than less than boys
No one's Home would ever have to be called a graveyard ever again.
THE BUTTERFLY WITH NO NAMEEmotions Flowed Like A Raging FireTHE BUTTERFLY WITH NO NAME1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
As I watched The Birth Of Dawn
Softness And Beauty Of Stars Had Past
My Heart Still Heavy And Forlorn
My Spirit Was Ebbing I was About To Go
When Something Caught My Eye
A Solitary Cloud So Pure And White
Appeared From Way Up High
My Eyes Now Ember With Rising Sun
Saw An Amazing Sight
Within Its Fleece A Golden Glow
And A Butterfly Took Flight
Such Beauty I Had Never Seen
It Sat Upon My Hand
And Said To Me In A Voice So Soft
I Was A Spirit Of The Lamb
My Soul Was Open My Heart Poured Forth
It Listened With Silent Embrace
And When I Had Finished It Smiled At Me
With Serenity, Peace And Grac