Hide, if you want to live

Three-year-old Maria asks
her nine-year-old brother, Ibrahim.
How long we hide, akhkh?
As long as we are alive.

An optimistic talk
Dead dads tell their dead children
Don't worry, dear,
in another life–
we both will get the chance to live.

Gaza
Gaza
is not a city—any more
it's a grave, grieving
for the dead.
Marzia Rahman is a flash fiction writer and translator. Author of two books, The Aftermath and Dot and Other Flashes, she has been published widely in both print and online journals.
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