Led by a soldier at four o’ clock in the morning,
we rode a train that stopped at a military tent.
Twenty soldiers returning from the battlefield, drunk with knives, entered my tent.
I was eighteen when I lost my womb.
The smaller girls cried, Mommy, Mommy, it hurts!
The medics left us.
But the wounded soldiers needed morphine.
They grabbed my clothes, and cried, Sister, Sister, please give me a shot!
I was sorry for them.
I injected their bodies and they fell asleep.
Before they died, the soldiers said,
My wife, my mother, let’s meet again at that shrine.
After the war ended,
I visited that famous shrine but there was nothing, only white pigeons.