They had sold my sister in Raqqa
the buyer’s hands seem to be bigger than his heart
his mouth looks wider than his hands
it is just the way he swallows it without chewing it
yesterday I saw a sparrow as if it died while airborne
do you know when the sun abandoned it
how a black ivy coiled up its lightless, cold body
drew it to the mountains
I wonder whether the sky in Raqqa
is a genuine sky
and the mountain
isn’t it a bird flying towards the mountain
I am searching myself, my flesh penetrated my bone
my soul became my peer
the water of grief roams inside me
isn’t it the market for girls
I saw a dream yesterday, as if my executioner had died on me
I opened my eyes and I threw him off me
I had one of my fingers snatched
it got stuck in Raqqa in between two mountains
at that exact time when I was showing my sister to God
Translated into English by Mesut Şenol