Mustafa Air Forces
Available on all platforms: Returning Minor Baba still reaches me in my sleep I still hear his stories of war like shrapnel to armed fantasy my dreams never survive each nylon string like barbed wire each melody a cry he never learned to escape why are you trying to make me return he asks where are you taking my blood I retrace our lineage of shared bullets from the one that claimed my friend to the one that claimed his I question its intention but lead wont speak I archive my memory For Allahs sake, why do you feel the need to return Baba pleads but I cant return where I was never seen where cousins await trial beneath ground where mother still wakes with a sharp pain of longing for those she knows are destined to leave I still remember nights with her face pressed close to mine, my loose breath on her cheek a reminder Im alive I still pretend to sleep I still perform with her memory on a stage in a dream or a stage that feels like a dream th
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