The Promise of Spring

 A poem by Irtefa Binte-Farid

Every morning my daughter 

Wakes up and asks 

“Will it be hot today?” 

My spring child, born at the turn of 

Of the seasons, who counts the 

 Evergreens in the winter, 

Drawing warmth from their green boughs — 

And every time I answer “yes” 

I see the joy in her eyes 

At the promise 

Of sunshine. 

As we see the seasons 

Slowly turn 

And rejoice as bare branches 

Flower gorgeous 

Fairytale blossoms — 

As we begin to clean out 

The garden beds and 

Plan what to plant where — 

I can’t help but 

Think of — 

I can’t help but think of 

Ryan Gainer 

Toiling in his garden. 

Maybe the cool earth in his hands 

Helped quiet his mind. 

Maybe his parents 

Enjoyed watching their child 

Find pleasure in soil and sun 

Until the gardening tool In his hands 

Cost him his life 

And I can’t help but 

Think of 

Eric Garner 

Tilling the earth 

In the spring sunshine 

So he could plant 

The trees 

That will one day 

Help us all 

Breathe 

And I can’t help but think of 

The little Palestinian boy — 

Who having lost everything — 

Still plants a sapling 

Outside his tent 

And tends it with water 

He stood hours in line to collect 

Because it will make his world 

A more beautiful, 

A more bearable place 

When it blossoms 

And I can’t help but 

Think of the Prophet (peace upon him) 

Who taught us 

The subversive power of seeds — 

That even when the 

Final Hour comes 

And the world as we know it 

Is about to end — 

We should STILL 

Plant the seed 

For a future 

We will never see. 

See —

THAT is why 

A gardening tool is 

SO dangerous — 

With it, 

We can uproot the systems 

That deny us 

Water, air, sun, and freedom 

And instead 

Sow the seeds 

Of a new world. 

So I pray 

That as winter turns into spring 

We find the courage 

To take up the tools at our disposal 

To sow the seeds of justice 

In the wreckage of our 

Rage and grief 

So that a new world can blossom 

For all the children 

Raising their faces 

To the sun 

Seeking warmth.


Irtefa Binte-Farid is Bangladeshi-American muslimah, a toddler mom, and a recovering academic. She is passionate about the power of storytelling, especially in terms of uplifting voices that are usually sidelined or silenced. She likes reading historical fiction grounded outside the Euro-American context, and has a deep love for YA Fantasy. She deals with stress and grief by journaling, and has recently started to foray into poetry as a medium. Irtefa hopes to transform her PhD dissertation into stories accessible to the public at some point in the future. She’s on Instagram @motheringispolitical. Irtefa was a participant in last year’s writers gathering, “Writing as a Practice of Liberation,” an event organized by our senior editor and offered to our subscribers.


Feature image of journal page and illustration courtesy of the author.

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