Most of the time Marziya will pick up her moms phone and have lengthy conversations, in a language that is her own concoction..as a poet I think she talks to a greater Divinity complaining about the quality of life as she sees it with her child's eyes.
And I think the greater divinity at the other end gives Marziya a patient hearing too.
Perhaps god is not a person with a white flowing beard but only a little child in a heavenly crib..running the world with a little dimple on his cheek..
Friday, February 24, 2012
Marziya Talks To God
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