By: Ahmed Al-Sheikh
As for me…
I am like a glass bottle
that has been struck by a gentle breeze
and shattered…
and found no hand to gather its shards!
And what ill fortune I have!
The breeze wounds me with the sharpness of its gentleness and passes on,
as if it did not know that gentleness can be a knife!
Or like one whose coffee spills from his palm
in a moment of trembling and turmoil,
deluding himself that he needs no support,
that he needs no one to catch him should he fall!
But when he falls, he declares his need,
and his heart cries out: ‘Had it not been for that support, I would not have risen!’
