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September 17 THE RIGHT WORDTHE RIGHT WORD
Outside the door,
lurking in the shadows, is a terrorist. Is that the wrong description?
Outside the door, taking shelter in the shadows, is a freedom-fighter. I haven’t got this right.
Outside, waiting in the shadows, is a hostile militant. Are words no more
than waving, wavering flags? Outside the door, watchful in the shadows, is a guerrilla warrior. God help me.
Outside, defying every shadow, stands a martyr. I saw his face. No words can help me now.
Just outside the door, lost in shadows, is a child who looks like mine. One word for you.
Outside my door, his hand too steady, his eyes too hard is a boy who looks like your son, too. I open the door.
Come in, I say. Come in and eat with us. The child steps in
and carefully, at my door, takes off his shoes. PEERZADA SALMANComments (4)
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