MARIA DUARTE recommends a remarkable study of the friendship between a Palestinian and a Pakistani, broken by a hostile state
Synchronicity
by MEL McEVOY
From a hospital side room
An emaciated woman beckoned me in.
She wore a bindi
Said to cover concealed wisdom.
I didn’t understand
what she meant by her whispered: Bhajan Bhajan.
I saw an Asian doctor in the corridor
and asked if she could help translate.
She wants you to pray over her.
She feels she is dying.
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