Stockholm Pakistan

One of those days where I want to be a t-rex,
but all that fits is a Barney costume.
Dreams of finding a place to feel home,
return listings made for troglodytes.

Did my love for you,
mean that I was vacationing in Stockholm?
Because when I look into your eyes,
I see Pakistan. My scapegoat:
When surrounded by all potential heroes,
the nation responded with silence.

All I was left with was my white hijab,
And burning orange shalwar kameez.
I see all of Pakistan's guilty, clenched faces,
When I look at you.

Instead of comfort,
You returned disdain.
Forever will Pakistan be on my mind,
Forever your hatred in my heart.
Forever the stains on my hijab.

-Abeer M.