you taught me to pray, the words
and offering to the Divine: a God

who kept you safe when we couldn’t –
now I speak: a different language;

I take your prayers, fashion them
into riddles: questions on faith,

but I seem faithless to holy men.
I am shot through with doubt,

racked with guilt. I take my last touch,
of fingertips to your cold skin;

your hair catches; I drop your shroud.
I clasp my trembling palms and weep.

I pray.

Marziya Mohammedali is a writer, photographer, teacher and designer currently based in Perth, Western Australia. More of her work can be found on her website:

One Comment on “Faith”

  1. Beautiful poetry, and deeply resonant. Thank you.