Shahada
By Richard GrahnEvanston, Illinois, USA dawn . . .salat risesfrom the ruins of Gazafrom the tents and sheltersin the city of Rafa.here in the landof missiles and bombstoday is the first dayof Ramadan.nothing for suhoornothing for iftarhow can we fastwhen we’re starving to death?alms for the poor in short supplyaid trucks deniedwhile the world decidesif it’s self-defenseor genocide.as I walk through rubbleof the pastthrough centuries of warscreating more painthan hate can imagineI ask myself, if I’ll see the daywhen peace breaches wallsof humanity’s fanatical brands of insanity,when the call to evening prayersis a message for all, regardless of faith,that God…