Wrinkles #writeme30

 

This week’s #writeme30 photo is from Arefa Hassani, a young Afghani woman who I met a few years ago in the Riverland.

I’d heard Arefa’s name mentioned long before I met her, through various youth networks I was a part of, as someone who had a lot to say and was worth listening to. From the moment I finally met Arefa in person, I was struck by her energy, enthusiasm and the deep courage to advocate wholeheartedly that spilled from her. Like many who’ve come to Australian shores in difficult circumstances, Arefa’s own story resonates with hope, loss and a deep awareness of both the frailty and preciousness of life. She is definitely one to watch.

You can read some of her words on ABC Open here and also on the Welcome to Australia blog here.

The photo Arefa has given me for #writeme30, in Arefa’s words is of “Mummy’s wrinkly old hands”.

 

The Photo:

Arefa Hassani Photo_ Her mums wrinkly old hands copy                                          Photo supplied by: Arefa Hassani

The Response – Untitled:

Paper stripped

From leaves, fallen

Left behind.

Forgotten flakes

To tide you over

To bend knuckles

And sighs, into new dreams

Old dreams

Left over particles of love, felt,

Remembered.

 

*I plan to come back to this response and expand it, but something about its current length sits nicely with me today so I’ve decided to leave it as it is for #writeme30 publication.

 

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