I have walked through sand deserts, sand storms burned my eyes. I have been cursed by the sun, my lips chapped like popcorn. I am drying out like the date palms trimmed from the top.
When I was a child there were gas lamps, and my sisters tried to read with their dim light. There was a poem: “ I was a child, I was little. I played ball and was hungry, I found a plum on the ground but a deer ate it” I don’t remember the rest of it. I don’t know why but my mind replays this constantly.
I have crossed the snow covered mountains. My bones shivered from the bitter cold. As I watched my foot-steps in the snow glittering like nature’s crystals, I felt the damage I caused to this beauty of nature, my toes felt like falling off from the bitter cold.
As I passed through the untouched wild forests, I felt my skin bitten by spiders. The plants hugged and held my legs begging me to stay.
I came to a plain, saw a crossroad where I remembered that I passed in tears when coming to this earth without knowing where I am heading.
And now, again I will be passing by this path without knowing my destination.
How many more times I wonder, will I be crossing this way?