a picture on a paper
a scent hanging in the horizon
countless memories feed me with energy;
when you told me to love my land, Loubia
when you told me about your brother, and how you saw me in his shoes, and wished that I would achieve what he didn’t had the chance to.
To be a proud granfather, but I’m more than a proud grandson.
You’ve passed away, the “beautiful life” stole you from my hands.
Yet, your soul seem to be hovering around me,protecting me, always with a toothless smile
The farther you get, the more I seemed to linger for your presence
Love sprouted, and spaghettified…
Life is crazy, it’s bitter and sweet.
To be strong, one must feel weakness
To reach the top, one has to be down bottom.
To taste happiness, one should seek it.
As I listened under disguise, I glimpsed your smile
And that did put a smile upon my face.
AICHA BINT YUSIF 