the revolution came,
the rulers ran and
came back with tanks.
people changed
they grew different
and then indifferent
to blood
and
to love but I,
only remember
the war in the
reflection I saw
of myself in a
bloody water bowl
as I dressed your wounds
and then you count
the number of our
dead men on the streets
and I kiss your lips
for it to stop
and you say
habibti, your love
isn't going to stop
the war, and I say
but what if it did.

-Lovers in Mosul by Thamanna Razak

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