The Death of "Dream"

one day someone knocked my door
i opened there was no one
just a little basket with a baby boy in it
a little baby boy who became my son
i fed him from my breast
and my heart
i called him 'Dream'
he was my security for the future
my eternal happiness
habibi my dream
i killed it
i killed my dream
because it was too big for me
to beautiful to be true
loosing him would be a disaster
i was afraid
that he would grow
and become more handsome
and i would love him more
and loosing him would hurt more
so i killed him
he was a baby
innocent
pure
didn't get contaminated by civilization
i killed him
with my own hands
because
i would die if he got polluted
my dream
habibi
he was smiling
with his rosy cheeks
his freshness
his beautiful big green eyes
tiny fingers
tiny toes
steals any heat away
makes the cruelest of all men
cry
with tenderness
habibi
dream
was smiling
when i killed him
now i am dreamless
he was the light of my life
ro7I , 7ayati
i killed him!

Ottawa - 1999