Poetry from Amuda Abbas Oluwadamilola

AFTER PRAYER


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in my motherland,
there is no silence after salaam—

synchronized throes of supplicative frenzy. beads—rattling from invoking fingers & dropping from calloused foreheads;

and behind you, there's always a hum from someone who missed God's call.


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