- in the name of Allah -


So to put a recent thought process into form:


Sometimes I wonder if anyone else can see the clear skies on any given night, if stars sparkle for any other person's eyes besides mine. Across various bridges and divides, I try to reach some people or places or prize over time, only to be recalled back to this present, so well-confined. Still a part of me wants to join the avian race, grow wings and feathers to balance the effect of time by quickly contracting space, who needs rocket ships when one has imagination leaping with a heart out of place? Alas, all fruits have their season, both in planting and in reaping, a path of patience for one of breathless breathing.