Why Remember

Why Remember

By Neda Shokrian

  

Every time I sit at that table,

I think and think and I can’t connect

How does their struggle relate to me?

Why do we remember the exile?

I think and think and I can’t connect.

Why should I remember some slave from years ago?

Why do we remember the exile?

I never asked to be a part of this.

Why should I remember some slave from years ago?

I didn’t agree to become a Jew.

I never asked to be a part of this.

Where is the joy in being a Jew?

I didn’t agree to become a Jew.

Do I want to follow these traditions?

I never asked to be a part of this.

There must be some consolation to remembering these slaves.

Do I want to follow these traditions?

It was such an amazing recovery.

There must be some consolation to remembering these slaves.

They are my family, my own blood.

It was such an amazing recovery.

Never before had they witnessed such a miracle.

They are my family, my own blood.

They are a part of me.

Never before had they witnessed such a miracle.

I realize now how they do represent the joy.

They are a part of me

Every time I sit at that table.