

Stolen Identity


I never knew I swam next to any fishes in the goat river, or fed the goats near a palm tree. I never knew I met a prince the day he saw my heaven, or the way my hair grew in the palm of his needs. I never knew I read the Quran so much; it swallowed me, or if I bit my daughter’s toes because my son was never in need. I’m not sure if I had a daughter, or if I kept