Evolution

بِسْمِ اللهِ الرَّحْمٰنِ الرَّحِيْمِ

Of the Left: an era of my past, nearly shrouded by darkness, barely a lamp was lit, but still held in hand, an umbrella of Red in remembrance, retaining underneath, whatever wasn't washed away by trial, or by rain dripping with lessons. such it was, faceless, nameless, a shadow who thought himself shunned by light and nearly vanquished.

Of the Right: emerging at present, a nomad's natural state, slowly rowing the boat of his fate, neither strength nor will of his own he made, only the gift of his Rabb, Who kept warm on the nomad's head, those traces of himself, dissolved in remnants of Red. such it became, seeking, driven, a painter of Tomorrow where the Portrait is whole, in perfection remade.