At night I dream of a love so wide and so deep it frees us all
It stretches across continents to fill the space between my brown body and yours
I wish the love I dream of, was enough
I wish the love I dream of would hold your grief the same way that our silence holds violence
When there’s nothing else to write about, I write about love
Because there’s no life worth living, no strength worth perception if not for love
The kind of love that forces you to witness
The kind of love that does not stay silent
Love that is not patient or kind but relentless and harsh I dream of a love so encompassing it hurts.
A love that does not make us less afraid, but a love that makes us less compromising
At night I dream of a love so wide and so deep it frees us all
When dawn breaks I dream of waking up to a love that is not new but old and ancient and unforgiving
The type of love that stands to action
There is no greater act of love than standing uncompromising between all which you know and (that destroys) and all which could be (rebuilt anew)
Fatema Zainab Rajwani
Student, activist and member Palestine Action, detained on pretrial remand at HMP Bronzefield
