Life

Morning

The dew softened the leaves

the green foliage gave a sense of comfort

I went outside to pick oranges for breakfast

my heart filled with joy and anticipation.

I did not pray in the morning it was too cold for ablution.

I started praying last year. Alhamdullilah.

The ship in its locus, in the wharf and the waves are calm.

the pleasant face of a mother on the holiday’s eve

serenity and love draw me to embrace life

though oblivious to what is it, joy in it i found.

 

Noon

the lost ship

the lost soul

without an anchor

nor a purpose.

The scorching sun

ferociously hit my face.

face? the dry representation of my identity.

identity? the supposed-unique print of my soul

soul? a wandering energy, engrossed in many hearts and minds.

Floundering for water, groping like

I heard of a sea

not very far from here

where water is abundant

it is violent

but nonetheless it is water.

life.

Evening 

The sun has set

but its scent is still in the air

the mediocrity of being  knocks on the door

what is life? it asks

why are you alive?

why have you survived the sand storm?

you did, now how will you pay life back?

prove you are worthy of breathing

of rocking the soil of the earth.

you walk, dance, dabke, stop, run, sprint, saunter then breath.

collapse and lie down

Night 

lie down to observe the starry night

the sun is on the other side of the globe.

planet earth is tilted.

one more degree and life would vanish.

what a miracle i witness.

the hot air blurs my view for a second then it disappears.

stars are clear

and so is life

God is here

God is beautiful

God is great

Life is a breath of God.