Blood

Blood 

I keep an Egypt secretly in my

heart:-- never foretell that which

may never happen. 

"We showed Pharaoh all Our 

signs, but he denied them 

and paid no heed." 

On the coast at Sharm, I almost 

sever a finger while slicing 

onions for Rassum. 

Blood colors the broth, mirrors 

the sea before me:-- my exit.