Two messed up souls have found each other
seems like they had to wait a lifetime
choosing to focus their time on themselves
while waiting to find each other,
waiting on fate to intervene.
Two messed up souls dance
enjoying the beat
as it thumps into their feet,
dancing through the living room forgetting about their imperfect moves
time has no place,
clocks have stopped
as these two souls click into harmony.
Curly hair that flows so freely,
as the sun dances upon her skin
kissing it ever so gently
as her soul and heart fly with the wind.
Her heart and soul jump on the waves of the wind
letting it take her where she is needed at that moment in time,
for she is no mere mortal
for she is a daughter of the wind,
daughter of the earth,
daughter of the sea,
she is meant to be wild
not grounded to the pavement with her two feet.
For the month of August, I wanted to chose a book that a large portion of the world is going through at this moment, war, spiritual awakenings, segregations, and imposed limitations for what someone is “suppose” to believe in (inside their own religion). Find Nouf by Zoë Ferraris dives into each one of those touchy subjects.
Sixteen-year-old Nouf goes missing, along with a truck and her favorite camel, her family (who are wealthy)calls on Nayir al-Sharqi, a desert guide, to lead a search party. Only ten days later, when Nayir is about to give up, Nouf’s body has been discovered by some anonymous desert travelers. At first it seems as those Nouf had died of dehydration, but the coroner’s report came back with the death being ruled as drowning. Her family suddenly becomes uninterested in finding out how she could’ve drowned, however, Nayir takes it upon himself to finding out what really happened to Nouf. This will push gentle, pious Nayir, a Palestinian orphan raised by his bachelor uncle, to delve into the secret life of a protected teenage girl, in one of the most rigidly gender-segregated of Middle Eastern societies.
This novel dives deeper showcasing us Nayir’s deepest thoughts, and see him go through transformations spiritually and mentally as he discovers more about Nouf’s death.
The steam rises from the kettle
as the phone on the counter stays silent,
creating an uncomfortable scene
with me standing in the middle of it all.
Another morning where I relive each memory,
the good ones along with the bitter ones,
toasting the new sun with a fresh cup of tea each morning
letting the universe take hold of our destinies.
As the tea leaves mingle with the water,
it is here I know that this small trial is meant to make us stronger
so all you and I can do is hold on a little longer,
drink our tea,
and watch the sun rise again the next morning,
while we are in different countries.