I awake to the clangs of pots and pans.
For a brief moment, I think I hear my mother’s voice.
While my body lies in bed, I walk to the kitchen.She is standing at her stovetop
Concocting curries of love.
She greets me with the voice of a morning sparrow.In her embrace, I know I’m safe.
And I know for her, I am a hero
In all her battles I have won just by being alive.
And when I am in her embrace, I can see myelf the same.– Samiha Kabir