She was
uncertain ..
The kind of
uncertainty that terrifies you when you try to detach yourself from the shell
that engulfs you to venture a pondering look towards the horizon ..
There was
no horizon that night ..
The
painfully similar buildings clouded her sight ..
She lifted her drowsy head to behold the sky,
she could hear her bones creaking and her neck hardening as if she is forced to
hold her breath ..
Was it for
the sight of the red sky ? Again, she was uncertain ..
This
furtivess permeates everything she feels .. Her whole senses had to endure this
sense of secretive darkness ..
Truths, as
if transparent .. insignificant .. pass her by with the light breeze, unnoticed.
She could
only marvel at the frightening redness of the sky ..
She was
confused .. She knows that the purplish crimson sky heralds an imminent fall of
rain, however, the air surrounding her skin feels hot and smothering ..
Once again,
she was uncertain .. Even her resort to Nature could not bring her solace ..
She moved
her tired figure and spread some cold water upon her aching organs ..
She was
half awake .. Her eyelashes were pouring water over her cheeks, she mistook
them for tears ..
Suddenly,
her heart pounded .. Her sense of direction was distorted for a while ..
But, as
soon as she touched the door knob of her room, she sensed a piece of smooth
cloth ..
Her
blindness through the corridors of the house guided her to the praying carpet
..
As she
humbly bended her form towards Earth, she felt the heavy burdens of uncertainty
slipping away from her body ..
She found
certainty .. in a desperate nightly whisper that melted away her anxieties ..
It was Fajr
time, she was at last hopeful ..
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