A finger on the pulse, one verse at a time.
How did the book make me feel/think?
In the hollow of my hand, I feel the beat,
The pulse that races, a rhythm so sweet,
A sign of life, a sign of fate,
A heart that beats, a soul that waits.
Hana Shafi’s hand on my wrist,
She checks the heart, she checks the soul,
A healer’s touch, a healer’s goal.
I walk the streets, I see the pain,
The suffering, the struggle, the strain,
The poor, the weak, the broken heart,
Their cries, their tears, their every part.
I relate to them, I understand,
Their struggles, their fears, their every hand,
For I have known the same, the same plight,
The same darkness, the same endless night.
But rich and poor, we all are one,
In our hearts, we are not undone,
For love and compassion, they know no bounds,
They know no riches; they know no crowns.
Walls are disappearing, the street calls our names,
Dinner is served, Corelle livingwear, unbreakable,
Forty years old, yet the dinner tastes the same.
So let us help, let us care,
For all of us, we all are there,
In the hollow of our hands, we hold,
The beat of life, the beat of gold.
Hana Shafi’s “People You Know, Places You've Been” immerses readers in the fabric of their everyday lives, a social construct that often leads us astray. Have we become too fixated on the wrong priorities? The homeless person on the street doesn’t comprehend the fear-mongering news that separates us from those in pain. Shafi's poetic reinterpretation serves as a reminder of the importance of caring for one another in a world where the media bombards us with messages of materialistic success beyond reach. Despite the chaos beyond our control, it is vital to prioritize the well-being of those around us.
WRITTEN: 29 September 2023