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Gate A-4
Wandering around the Albuquerque Airport Terminal, after learning
my flight had been delayed four hours, I heard an announcement:
“If anyone in the vicinity of Gate A-4 understands any Arabic, please
come to the gate immediately.”
Well—one pauses these days. Gate A-4 was my own gate. I went there.
An older woman in full traditional Palestinian embroidered dress, just
like my grandma wore, was crumpled to the floor, wailing. “Help,”
said the flight agent. “Talk to her. What is her problem? We
told her the flight was going to be late and she did this.”
I stooped to put my arm around the woman and spoke haltingly.
“Shu-dow-a, Shu-bid-uck Habibti? Stani schway, Min fadlick, Shu-bit-
se-wee?” The minute she heard any words she knew, however poorly
used, she stopped crying. She thought the flight had been cancelled
entirely. She needed to be in El Paso for major medical treatment the
next day. I said, “No, we’re fine, you’ll get there, just later, who is
picking you up? Let’s call him.”
We called her son, I spoke with him in English. I told him I would
stay with his mother till we got on the plane and ride next to
her. She talked to him. Then we called her other sons just
for the fun of it. Then we called my dad and he and she spoke for a while
in Arabic and found out of course they had ten shared friends. Then I
thought just for the heck of it why not call some Palestinian poets I know
and let them chat with her? This all took up two hours.
She was laughing a lot by then. Telling of her life, patting my knee,
answering questions. She had pulled a sack of homemade mamool
cookies—little powdered sugar crumbly mounds stuffed with dates and
nuts—from her bag—and was offering them to all the women at the gate.
To my amazement, not a single woman declined one. It was like a
sacrament. The traveler from Argentina, the mom from California, the
lovely woman from Laredo—we were all covered with the same powdered
sugar. And smiling. There is no better cookie.
And then the airline broke out free apple juice from huge coolers and two
little girls from our flight ran around serving it and they
were covered with powdered sugar, too. And I noticed my new best friend—
by now we were holding hands—had a potted plant poking out of her bag,
some medicinal thing, with green furry leaves. Such an old country tradi-
tion. Always carry a plant. Always stay rooted to somewhere.
And I looked around that gate of late and weary ones and I thought, This
is the world I want to live in. The shared world. Not a single person in that
gate—once the crying of confusion stopped—seemed apprehensive about
any other person. They took the cookies. I wanted to hug all those other women, too.
This can still happen anywhere. Not everything is lost.
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Naomi Shihab Nye, “Gate A-4” from Honeybee. Copyright © 2008 by Naomi Shihab Nye. Reprinted with permission of the author.

Naomi Shihab Nye describes herself as a “wandering poet.” She has spent more than 40 years traveling the country and the world to lead writing workshops and inspiring students of all ages. Nye was born to a Palestinian father and an American mother and grew up in St. Louis, Jerusalem, and San Antonio. Drawing on her Palestinian-American heritage, the cultural diversity of her home in Texas, and her experiences traveling in Asia, Europe, Canada, Mexico, and the Middle East, Nye uses her writing to attest to our shared humanity.
Nye is the author and/or editor of more than 30 volumes. Her books of poetry for adults and children include 19 Varieties of Gazelle: Poems of the Middle East (a finalist for the National Book Award), A Maze Me: Poems for Girls, Red Suitcase, Words Under the Words, Fuel, Transfer, You & Yours (a best-selling poetry book of 2006), Mint Snowball, Voices in the Air: Poems for Listeners, Come with Me: Poems for a Journey, Honeybee (awarded the 2008 Arab American Book Award in the Children’s/Young Adult category), The Tiny Journalist (Best Poetry Book from both the Texas Institute of Letters and the Writers League of Texas), Cast Away: Poems for Our Time (one of the Washington Post‘s best children’s books of 2020), and Everything Comes Next: Collected and New Poems. Her new poetry book is Grace Notes: Poems about Families (Greenwillow, May 7, 2024). Kirkus gave it a star and called it “Beautifully written poetry about the butterfly effect of human experience.”
Her collections of essays include Never in a Hurry, and I’ll Ask You Three Times, Are you Okay?. She has edited several poetry anthologies including I Feel a Little Jumpy Around You, Time You Let Me In, This Same Sky, and What Have You Lost?. She also edited an anthology on the COVID-19 pandemic titled Dear Vaccine: Global Voices Speak to the Pandemic. Forthcoming is a book Nye co-edited with Marion Winik titled I Know About a Thousand Things; The Writings of Ann Alejandro of Uvalde, Texas (Texas A&M University Press, October 8, 2024).
Nye’s fiction books for young people include Habibi, Going Going, There Is No Long Distance Now, The Turtle of Oman, and its sequel, The Turtle of Michigan. The Turtle of Oman was chosen a Horn Book Best Book of 2014, a 2015 Notable Children’s Book by the American Library Association, and was awarded the 2015 Middle East Book Award for Youth Literature. Her picture books include Baby Radar, Sitti’s Secrets, and Famous.
She was a Lannan Fellow, a Guggenheim Fellow, and a Witter Bynner Fellow (Library of Congress). She has also been the recipient of many awards and prizes including a Lavan Award, Isabella Gardner Poetry Award, four Pushcart Prizes, Robert Creeley Prize, NSK Neustadt Award for Children’s Literature, May Hill Arbuthnot Honor Lecture Award, Lon Tinkle Award for Lifetime Achievement, two Jane Addams Children’s Book Awards, and the Ivan Sandrof Award for Lifetime Achievement. In 2021 she was voted into the American Academy of Arts and Sciences.
Nye was affiliated with The Michener Center for writers at the University of Texas at Austin for 20 years and was also poetry editor at The Texas Observer for 20 years. In 2019-2020 she was the editor for New York Times Magazine poems. She is Chancellor Emeritus for the Academy of American Poets and is Professor of Creative Writing – Poetry at Texas State University.
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Blessings, Naomi, words and heart medicine in our darkness.
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From the Albuquerque Sunport situation, this poem radiates kindness and hope to the whole world. Thanks. We need it today.
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A a beautiful heart-warming celebration of universal kindness, first published by Nye in 2008, all the more heart-breaking in light of the ongoing Israeli genocide and ethnic-cleansing of Palestinians from the Occupied Territories. Nye’s last line, “Not everything is lost,” becomes wrenchingly, almost unbearably poignant.
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Well-said, Ed. Thank you.
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Moving. Shared.
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Thanks, Alfred.
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This is my world too.
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Watched again as I sipped morning nourishment. I still cry.
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You do not have to be grateful for everything in your life.
‘You do not have to be grateful for what you survived, for what you didn’t know, for the lessons learned too hard. You do not have to be grateful for the unfairness, to live in a world that does not value dignity the way that it should, a world that has lost its soul. But even in the midst of the storm, when you stumble upon a glimmer of appreciation, I hope you will hold onto that. I hope you will know that it is as real as anything else. I hope you will offer it as much attention as you can give. I hope you will remember that silver linings foretell of the light of day that will come. I hope you will know that just because you are not grateful for all of it doesn’t mean you aren’t grateful for any of it.
‘I hope you will allow yourself to contain more than one truth —that not every phase of your life will tell the same story. That not every piece of this existence will flow con-gruently to the last. That more is possible, even if the past did not show you that it is. That our greatest dreams and our deepest fears may coexist, and the existence of one does not negate or lessen the other. That the very moment that you honor where you are with complete surrender, you open to the next experience life wants to offer.’ From The Pivot Year
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🥰🥮🌱💃🤍
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Thanks, Renee!
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One of my favorites. Always nice to see it again!
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One of my favorites as well.
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I may have first heard it at Tassajara where I took a class from her. Thank you. She is a gift of love to all of us b
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I have taught that poem for years and still shiver a little when I read it aloud to class…
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Thanks, Laure-Anne. I love the simple decency of the voice and story, a quality too rare nowadays.
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Wonderful, as usual! This is the world I want to live in too!
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Me too, David.
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