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Taken from the forthcoming debut project, When Smoke Rises. Available to pre-order now: https://mustafa.ffm.to/when-smoke-rises Instagram:   / mustafathepoet   Twitter:   / mustafathepoet   Facebook:   / mustafathepoetofficial   Returning Minor Baba still reaches me in my sleep  I still hear his stories of war like shrapnel to armed fantasy  my dreams never survive  each nylon string like barbed wire each melody a cry he never learned to escape “why are you trying to make me return?” he asks  “where are you taking my blood?” I retrace our lineage of shared bullets  from the one that claimed my friend  to the one that claimed his  I question it’s intention but lead won’t speak I archive my memory “For Allahs sake, why do you feel the need to return?” Baba pleads  but I can’t return where I was never seen  where cousins await trial beneath ground  where mother still wakes with a sharp pain of longing for those she knows are destined to leave I still remember nights with her face pressed close to mine, my loose breath on her cheek a reminder I’m alive I still pretend to sleep I still perform with her memory  on a stage in a dream  or a stage that feels like a dream  there I have no face I have no ending  but, for a moment, I have a place  and every witness  that pities, that applauds, that breaks  their love, however wide, will never make a way  there’s no where to put it down when they disappear  there’s no home to escape to when I’m all bones & fear  I don’t remember returning  Why would I ever come back?  I never wanted ink this black  or a voice this sad  some days I wished to whisper  But whenever I found Baba at any age  on the floor, on the dinner table,  in every voice he raised  he took me there  dreams ablaze  he took me there  the doctors gaze  he took me there  Mamas sharp pain  he took her there  every weekend spent  in each room we met  I cannot return where Baba never left  every chord an obituary  each harmony a congregation for the dead with every strum, they gather, waiting to be led if only I could just sing like them  about palm trees & those who chose to leave  those who can choose to return again - Director: Glenn Michael & Christo Cinematographer: Ali Khurshid Producer: Vincent Tran Editor: Red Barbaza VFX: Studio Feather Colorist: Mathieu Caplanne Photography: Gennelle Cruz Production Company: Kid. Studio Follow Mustafa:   / mustafathepoet     / mustafathepoet     / mustafa-105231654433347