St Margaret's News June 2019 - Page 12

Silence Land I have doubts about my sanity: not everyone can bear this much. They stole all my feelings; there’s no wisdom left in my mind. I am just a walking dead man. I am just a walking dead man. I yelled for help so many times – No one on this earth took my hand. Now I see many mad things and imagine how the world would look if it collapsed. Perhaps it would be good for everything to return to the past; for nothing to be seen on the earth or in the sky. It would feel so good to be a child again and go back to my mother’s womb. For there to be no sign of me, for me never to have gone crazy in this place. What if the woollen jacket I am wearing unravels and begins to fall apart? Or the butterfly flies back to its cocoon, or the autumn leaf grows green and returns to its branch on that old tree? What if the tree becomes a seed in the soil – I sound crazy speaking this way! It’s the outcome of being detained for four years after seeking asylum on the sea. What if that sea returned to its source and flowed back to the river mouth? If that river receded back up into its spring? What if only the sun and the moon remained in the sky? If I saw even the sun’s birth reversed, watched it dissipate into space? Witnessed the moon implode upon itself? All things returning to their starting place… How beautiful, to live in a colourless world, everywhere silent and still. The earth would be calm for a moment, free of even one miscreant. But what do you make of my vision – am I sane or mad?” by Mohammad Ali Maleki trans. Monsoor Shostari ed. Michelle Seminara Written on Manus Island in 2017 during his 5th year there. St Margaret’s News 12 June 2019