• Vol. 03
  • Chapter 07

Femmes de Sourie

Syria’s heart is broken
like a glass
that was once filled
with fragrant tea
now shattered
its shards scattered
sharp, jagged refugees
mourned by the muted tears
that moisten the hijab
of the Femmes de Sourie
mothers, wives and daughters
hiding their beauty
intelligence and fragility
and the sharp shards
of their broken hearts