Every father in my family
has a spot in every living room
that is claimed without speaking.
The same goes for television channels.
These decisions stay static for years,
but they change sometimes.
I asked my father the other day
why he started watching Russia Today.
I ask this as the newscaster says something
about Aleppo being “liberated”. My father says
he can’t trust what Americans say anymore.
Gedo used to watch Al-Jazeera, but that was before
the “Revolution”. Last summer, I walked in on him
and Teita watching a pirated WWE channel,
with Arabic commentary. I wondered why he spends
the little free time he has with these blond men, with their long
sweaty hair and oily oversized bodies. I watch them dance
across their rings, throwing metal chairs, quick tantrums, full words.
I argued with Teita for about five minutes
about whether or not the fighting was real. Of course
it is, she hastily said.
Look at all that
blood. There’s so much