This poem is taken from Stand 230, 19(2) June - July 2021.

Sajid M. Al-Maslamawi Ascension

My final moments were like a beautiful dream; a dazzling sight of clouds surrounded me. I felt the angels sobbing bitterly around as my strength faded. With the last drop of blood, I was carried away, swaddled in a national flag.
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