For the baby of the family, My 16 yr brother.
I remember it all as sharp and metallic as
The gold tip of Aabo's favourite fountain pen
Me; Maryan/Mimi/Mai
Aged 6 and two butterflies
3 brothers
No sister to share
Strawberry jam laughs and
Peanut butter tears with
I prayed each night to Allah
To not let Hooyo's bump be another brutish brother
You arrived early
3 months and a twig prematurely
Ambulance siren tried to reassure me you'd live
I didn't believe his shrill pleas
Because Hooyo left traces of your tears all over her bed
I prayed to Allah again
Like the key to a gramophone
I tried to rewind all notes and words said
A sister wasn't and never will be worth it
If you returned to Hooyo,Aabo and all of us dead
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