Samiah Haque
Issue 13 • April 2014
This is a prayer to you from this place of snow.
Gone are the calls to salah at dawn. The train
rings louder. The horn goes once, goes twice.
When my grandmother died they buried her
in a white sari she wore for decades.
Mourning him, always. The ghat beyond
stilled. The ghat swallowed her daily.
In the darkness, gave her fish to lay
bare on a table for her children
who come running, till the end.
Come running. Running to you
calling: Ma! Ma! Ma!
A ghat refers to a series of steps leading down to a body of water, particularly a holy river. In Bengali-speaking regions, this set of stairs can lead down to something as small as a pond or as large as a major river.