...in the name of the ALL... the Essence... AL Ikram...
...widning up slowly... waves through my skies... a screen of memories where i see us... immigrant kids... immigrant parents... aliens from outer space... in outfits whispered in ripley's believe or not... saris and kurtas... bindhis and henna... you wore all of our culture from the red on the split of your head to the gold sitting on your nose ears and hovering over the mccaw colored sari... holi... in ramadhan nights we ate air and you took us through the place where djinn and humans ate... where men traveled on the backs of fish...
...take me...
...goto that place sometimes... these days... during 3 hour drives between the past and strips of redundancy... between flickers of hope blown by it's okay... it's okay if it doesn't work... it won't work out... it's okay...
...and when i'm buried in urban sprawl and suburban redundancy... in random texts shooting hollow's... i bow down to Your Guidance... look to You... as You appear in her... in her movement and speech... humor and meals... and i turn away from you... i cancel our appointment for dinner... for a walk in the park... cause i'd rather sit besides You in the kitchen...
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