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The Room of Memory

(i) la ilaha illallah

i came out of my mother’s womb screeching
furious and i wept
for three days inconsolably
i knew i was now quest-bound
time-sick

an image cradled me
my tongue still moves to the sound of my mother’s beating heart
she incessantly wished for a daughter and i heard it
even before god
i was once closest to her so i shifted forms

the gods were furious

(ii) zikr

in the face of all the fury contained in my little flesh
a tiny half-opened mouth of a sea monster                 i began my life
with the image of my mother’s
eyes and the sound of the adhan

there is a scent that emanates from the smoke
of sticks from home
i put them on every dresser and look
at myself and i repeat and i recall
until language becomes whole again

(iii) hashr

you speak
and the
                            walls
of   my   house              come   apart

i put the carpet that rivals the glory of the sun

at the centre of our room I put my

  grand
mother’s
 dresser

in a corner it l i n g e r s like a shadow
i tell you how she died in our                balcony
when her grave was redone

there is a lot of oak
i put our books on it and they quarrel

like our         long crook-ed noses

i find a replica of the door that once withstood time and its ailments
and we paint it a shade that lies at the centre of green and blue
and then one day through it
like an ailment of time
you step out and i leave it forever open (for you)

(iv) qalb

the gods were furious

chest becomes an empty room

time appears finite until i hear

                             a faint beating

i cling to my first memory
it is my heart

Appears in —

This issue is a curation of poems written by the participants of Ayaskala’s Poetry Writing Retreat held in March, 2025.

Self Portrait —

Created during the retreat, this A5 self-portrait is a visual echo of the poet’s inner landscape.

Dania Siddiq

Dania Siddiq is a poet and an educator. In her free time, she loves to study literature, watch films, browse Modern Indian art, folk miniature paintings and paintings of Christ across various ages, and watch reruns of her favourite fashion shows.

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