april 15, 2009. wednesday.
i’ve never been so glad to see orange in my life
and as i make my way through the small airport
and the man in the faded suit asks
i don’t think i’ve ever been more happy to be who i am.
april 16, 2009. thursday.
i am changed now, here, in my fairytale land.
i am binti kamal – masha’Allah!
i never want to be remembered as anything else.
april 17, 2009. friday.
i sit in a smoke-filled garage
amongst too many cats and just enough aunts
and eat barbecue.
the weather is nice
the smoke chokes me
until i can’t breathe.
april 18, 2009. saturday.
this place is truly beyond words
i swear i had a dream about it when i was younger
before i had even set foot on orange sand.
you wouldn’t believe me if i told you.
i think that’s why you will never understand.
april 19, 2009. sunday.
i wonder, fifty years from now,
if i will remember this day
where i went
what i said
who i kissed
and will i laugh or cry?