Dearest Dara

Read these lines tenderly

Each written by the wand of wonder, one by one

From your truest slave under the blazing sun

At night a tornado of torrential tears

Drip delicately to the floor

Praying as my heart rises and falls

Knocking at thy door

Sabah

What’s that child like glint in your eyes?

Adulthood? an illusion that only infants can see

A light in the deepest of hidings

Drinking pearls from the depths of her sea

A bearer of such glad tidings

Was Bashir born to be?

It’s from الله