Nightmares - Ali Shaikh

When I was small

And couldn't stand tall

I would have nightmares of lives past

Of storms that were so vast

Moments that are so drast

Words can't describe

The darkness

The quietness

The stillness of the night

I see someone from a distance 

A Jinn in a cloak

Coming out from smoke

Coming at me

With a sword in his hand 

Thinking this is the end i began to cry

Knowing that i might just possibly die

But - I hear a voice

Telling me that dying, is not a choice

Telling me that God is with me 

And always will be

And just as i think this

I see of a world of bliss

A world of laughter and love

The thought of it made me happier

Things get brighter 

And thoughts get clearer

The man who once held a knife is now an Angel

Like all worries and pain

And in these moments when nightmares get dimmer

A sense of hope glimmers

Like when light reaches the darkest corner

 I would see my mother

Who would always be there with my father

 They who never lost faith in Ali

 Like roots supporting the pinnacle of a tree

I woke up to her and his smile in front of me

-Ali Shaikh

This poem was written by my little cousin Ali. He took his own spin on When I Was A Nugget. This is a lot better if you ask anyone with real taste. Way to go Ali! 😊❤️