From the Zabbala’s Cart

Nails

Noble is she
who remains anchored

to plaster and asbestos

year after year
who is overshadowed

by forced smiles and

fragile beauty
who bears the weight of

the world on her head

like a clay jug
who turned

this house

into a home
who bends

when carelessly hammered

but never crucifies
who eases into

coffins

but never dies.

Dina El Dessouky