Today, I wish I was numb.
Immune to all hurt and heartache.
Blind to all horror and evil of terror.
for the battles being wielded in the name of God, in the name of freedom.
I crave for humanity, to grasp onto the shreds of it fading away
spiraling speedily, beyond my reach.
Sucked by the vacuum of violence
day by day, minute by minute.
Today I wish I was an optimist.
dreaming of a world devoid of borders
I wish I was her,craving for places she has never been to,
wandering emotions of the light flowing through her.
Today I wish I was a rebel with an undiminished spirit
not succumbing to the daily brutish way of mankind.
Waging for peace
passionately, ceaselessly and imaginatively
I want to face the arch of ash- sham,
reflect the lives of those that crossed through it’s doorways -
tread on the same path, dream as they did,
and embed her memories on mine.
I want to be her.
But today I’m neither an optimist nor a Rebel
Today I am numb.
-Irfadha
