Maryan Abdinur's Poetry
Mar 24, 2025
2 min read
I want to go home..
But I don't know where home is
If you are no longer there
Does it still have laughter?
Where is my home?
Does it still live in your feet?
Are you there?
Are you here?
I want to come home to you.
I feel like i could walk from here to you barefoot - and barebacked
Across the 7 seas - maybe on the back of humpback whale - I hear they are home now
I feel like I could cross realms for you - one to the next to find you as you did for me
I could find you in the center of the ocean - your body calls to me
The line where the sun comes home to the earth calls to me
The rocky roads, the white soil, the tall grass call to me
The words you taught me call to me; they come hunting/ calling to me
Oh! How I miss when my home lived in your blessed feet
Maybe now I will move my agal to my feet…. Or to Muzamil’s
Will you still call to me?
Tell me stories - teach me some more
I will cross realms to come to you
I tell Allah about you everyday, as you told him about me
I say “Ya Raab, Ya Noor, light her way,
She did right by me, bless her and protect her.




