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      January 13, 201514, Sunday School, 3 Days LateLeila Chatti

      I’m not stupid—
      I know how it works.
       
      But there was a time when
      she was just some virgin nobody, too,
       
      small purse of her womb
      and her ordinary eggs
       
      waiting like loose pearls.

      from #45 - Fall 2014

      Leila Chatti

      “People are always surprised to find out that I’m Muslim, which is funny because I was raised pretty much as Muslim as you can get—Sunday school, Qur’an classes, Fridays at the masjid. I don’t wear the hijab and so the common assumption is that I’m not religious. The truth is, I became a poet largely because of my faith. As a child, I wasn’t allowed to listen to music, but I could listen to recordings of the Qur’an. If you’ve ever heard it read, you know how gorgeous it is. It was my first realization that language, particularly beautiful language, can hold power. I wanted to try my hand at crafting language that brought people to their knees, too.”