Skip to main content

Aleppo

By
I witnessed the jasmines of spring wither into ashes, their once sweet perfume transformed into the stench of decay and clotted blood. The highlands and meadows exhaled smoke, becoming solemn memorials. I observed as they set sail for the shores of Damascus, into an uncertain tomorrow, only to drown in the salty waters of their dreams, memories, agonies, and hope. Houses, once temples of happiness and love, crumbled into piles of bricks, and the youth perished in vain, leaving grieving parents to bury their own offspring. What agony could be more profound than burying a child while still alive? In the enchantment of a past glory, time alone promises healing. Aleppo and Damascus, I weep for you. Once, I dreamt of you through the tales of great legends and Sufis.
Aleppo, may your fields spring forth, and may the olives blossom anew. May the wind sweep away the echoes of agony and sorrow. Your tears shall purify the generations to come, and the moans shall resound like thunder. Your children will rebuild your cities, and once more, the nights will be beautiful. Days will yield the fruits of labor, and music will flow through your streets. A new moon shall grace the heavens! I return home, through the ruins of your former glory and dreams. I offer you my tears, bargaining with time to hasten your healing.
And I turn homeward, seeking the embrace of my mother's lap, the shelter of my father's wings, the joy of my sister, and the warmth of my love's embrace. I turn home when rain graces the desert, and the lark soars into azure skies.
I will sing the songs of Assyrian Sufis and recount the tales of Andalusian shepherds. My love, I will share with you the stories of life in the desert, once a sea. I offer you the shell found on the mountains, for within it, the sea lives on. It shall persist until the desert is once again embraced by water.
I shall traverse waters and mountains, guided by the wind as my wings, with your thoughts leading me to eternal love.

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Dead and Buried

By
We all leave something behind—not by accident, but for a reason we don’t fully understand. As though some cosmic law silently demands it of us. And we obey, unknowingly, yet unfailingly. We, fragile creatures, live not just to exist, but to leave traces of that existence—marks etched in time, invisible perhaps, but undeniably real. We come into this world incomplete, having left a piece of ourselves elsewhere. When we first take the shape of a foetus in the womb, something essential is set aside. And when we die, we don’t simply vanish; we begin a journey back—to retrieve what was once ours, what we unknowingly surrendered. But even in that act of return, we leave more behind. Our lives are full of quiet departures. A moment. A glance. A word. Our love lingers. Our memories settle into the corners of rooms. Our shadows remain stretched across places we’ve passed through. Our presence clings to people in subtle, haunting ways. Sometimes we leave behind dreams never fulfilled, words nev...
Post a Comment
Read more

Wake me up...

By
Wake me up when December bells. until then, let me sleep in thy... 
Post a Comment
Read more

Unknowing

By
I choose the heart of darkness — not in despair, but in reverence — to immerse myself in its monstrous chaos, the womb from which all beginnings bleed into existence. I do not flee the shadows; I invite them. I slow the light, restrain it, keep it from intruding too close—because some truths are born only where light hesitates.  I sense what is coming. The slow unravelling of the world. A moment when day and night lose their boundaries and collapse into a single breath. When direction dissolves and humanity forgets where it stands. Time loosens its grip. Space forgets its shape.  In that hour, man will begin to speak languages he has never learned, utter sounds older than memory itself. He will see beyond the limits of his eyes, hear frequencies never meant for human ears. Perception will stretch, fracture, expand—until meaning itself trembles.  And in that unsettling clarity, where fear and wonder merge, the truth will no longer hide. It will rise—not in light, but in t...
Post a Comment
Read more