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    [post_date] => 2019-06-28 09:21:11
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    [post_content] => We stalk the moon all month round, lick 

our lips, till the Adhan goes off on our phones,

dig our teeth into the soft flesh of dates, wash

it down with Roohafza, rinse and repeat. The 

scholars paste their eyes to the sky, the crowds 

trade their eyeballs for telescopes, watch the 

moon turn bashful, wait for henna stains

to appear, a gunshot signal to pull our smiles

out of the closet strutting in their Eid clothes.
    [post_title] => Ramadan, 2019
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    [post_modified] => 2019-09-04 11:43:11
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            [wpcf-date-published] => 2019
            [wpcf-summary-description] => This poem is the first-prize winner in the moon challenge on Young Poets Network (YPN), judged by Nii Parkes.

Nii said of this poem, "Ramadan, 2019 is a remarkably deceptive poem, simple but complex powered by an imagination that subverts hierarchy while being playful e.g. the idea of scholars pasting – an activity that infants indulge in at nursery, the Adhan going off on phones. It also brings to mind similarly titled poems that refer to war e.g. W.B. Yeats' Easter 1916 and the famous Christmas 1914 truce, but here a gunshot pulls 'smiles out of the closet strutting in their Eid clothes'."
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            [title] => Fathima Zahra
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            [content] => Fathima is the first-prize winner of the moon poetry challenge on Young Poets Network, judged by Nii Parkes, and the third-prize winner in the Golden Shovel challenge, judged by Peter Kahn.
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    [title] => Fathima Zahra
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Ramadan, 2019

Fathima Zahra

We stalk the moon all month round, lick 

our lips, till the Adhan goes off on our phones,

dig our teeth into the soft flesh of dates, wash

it down with Roohafza, rinse and repeat. The 

scholars paste their eyes to the sky, the crowds 

trade their eyeballs for telescopes, watch the 

moon turn bashful, wait for henna stains

to appear, a gunshot signal to pull our smiles

out of the closet strutting in their Eid clothes.