We are happy to feature this beautiful poem
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Witness… for Faranza Parveen
On this rock on which I also stand,
but moments ago,
a woman was stoned to death.
I was not there to see her fall
or notice the crimson halo grow
in rivulets among the sun-hard stones.
I was not close enough to hear
the fetal heartbeat cease inside her.
I did not witness the officials
their minds and their hearts averted.
I could not ask her relations
how it can be
that honor trumps love,
respect, empathy, connection…
and what it was, exactly
that had been satisfied?
I am standing on this same rock..
I was not there,
I did not see…
but know that I am watching…
and my voice is loud.
Liz Webber, Canada