Not Brave

I am fine and of course I am lying 
remember  
I am Lebanese 

or nod 
ask how everyone I know is doing  
don’t 

you see  
that far away country  
my mother 

bursts into tears  
the front door  
resilient 

smoke  
dust  
the rubble has become 

blanket and bed  
warm like mine  
the fire 

is blazing  
the flag  
burnt flesh on a phone screen 

the demolition  
of war  
what is the definition

fleeing their homes  
they are  
dying 

they are not  
crying out for help  
lend a 

hand  
hold a  
heart 

for being arab  
I am not brave

Credit

Copyright © 2026 by Maha Hashwi. Originally published in Poem-a-Day on May 19, 2026, by the Academy of American Poets. 

About this Poem

“People ask me, ‘How is your family?’ when they really mean, ‘Are they alive?’ They want to know how I am doing while I watch the destruction of Lebanon from my phone. This is my response. It’s written as a palindrome to signify the potentially opposing responses to these questions.”
—Maha Hashwi