Reaching Detention Camp #59 by Lida

 
Illustration by Zain Murdock

Illustration by Zain Murdock

 

Dear Soraya,

Love, are you okay? Do they you? I’m so worried you know. There’s lightning
across the sky all night, lighting up our by the . But no rain. Anyways,
you know at the store, they brought already. I pitted sour all
day, the tablecloth gave us went with their juice. Promise I’ll save you jars
of preserves for your return. some figs too. You know I haven’t
opened a since they you.
Till then, please eat well. By the way. The neighbors got an apology and
a few thousand dollars. They calculate based on and
and age. The worth of a ,of a human . hands shook as she
opened . She took it out front and ripped it. Had to calm her
before she went back in. Sorry. Didn’t mean to you. I hope I don’t
make you me....Why did you me to remarry? I told
and he couldn’t stomach it. I would never you know. I read some Gellhorn
like you recommended. The Ground. The wife sends letters to her
like I do. You know honestly I don’t read now. I’ve the books. All of
them. Can’t stomach their . All those
spines lined up on my shelf. How you would stand there, smelling the pages. them.
They all say the same story. None tell ours. Anyways, I couldn’t , so I’m
sitting by the window watching it streak. Gets sometimes, so I write you letters
I don’t send. I don’t mean to cause alarm. I only want the ones you open to
like a hill of poppies. God... I’m thinking I must look like something lit up
like this! Wish you could see it. Singing that you loved, remember, the line that
went “ ”? I’m holding the just for you.

Yours,

Lida (BC'23 she/her/hers) is a Psychology and Education major from Houston, Texas. Writing poetry is a way for her to connect with Iranian culture and explore new creative boundaries. This piece is inspired by Arab prison writing.