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Nazand Begikhani

The War Was Over

The War Was Over

The War Was Over

Christmas day
I 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
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The War Was Over

Christmas day
I 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

The War Was Over

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Gemeente Rotterdam
Nederlands Letterenfonds
Stichting Van Beuningen Peterich-fonds
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