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Ghazal of the Sea

Noor Haddad

Ghazal · Journey

Every map I still own folds back to the sea.I was weaned on salt; I learned to want from the sea.

They ask me where I'm from. I point at water.I say: the house is gone, but I still own the sea.

My mother sewed our papers into her coat.Even the documents came out smelling of the sea.

What is exile but an argument with a horizon —the land saying stay, and winning, and still the sea.

Call me Noor. It means light. It is what a lighthousespends the whole night giving, for free, to the sea.

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