What is she saying?
What are they doing?
My vision of paradise was a bit of a blur
And the two men already had hold of me.
“Now just keep calm;”
The men were already dragging me toward heaven,
Away from her dulcet voice.
Let me go!
Let me talk for a minute!
I struggle like a madman,
But I am just a young girl.
Agitatedly I struggle to keep my heart beating,
Poem from Prose (Veronika Decides to Die)
By Nour Fahmy