By: Ahmed Al shiekh
Like an old man
fleeing with his laughter
from the shadow of a broomstick
chasing him between the furniture.
As if it were the ghost of his wife
whose gentle mischief he loved
in more than a year of his solitude,
So even their little squabbles
became a laughing courtship
that filled the house with dust!
Then he stumbles on a tapestry of memories…
and faints from sheer laughter
amid the shelves of the ‘Nish’!
