Ma a3rif

With several paired eyes

Gazing at the ambience of wisdom

Which she believed to be random uninspired ramblings

Of a naïve, big 8alb-ed, girl –

They found clarity in her ensemble of words

She found healing in their attentiveness

A validation

A high, which no argyllah could substitute.

Still, heyyah abghah argyllah.

A recognised flaw,

Yet, hee'yah tahib argyllah,

Lesh?

She deluded herself

The truth –

When she wasn’t around their preciousness

The challenging melody:

Ani ani ani

Abgha abgha abgha

Was too much to handle

With a backbeat a decade old

A guaranteed abgha that so many make belief tales had foretold

Lakhin mita, mita, mita?

See how these thoughts 

Encompass her –

Alhumdullilah, bukhraa madrasa

And they will be there,

With tired sleepy eyes,

Carrying the biggest challenge known to us all alike –

Staying awake,

For the knowledge, we are supposed givers of.

The reality is,

They are and will be pieces to me,

And I,

A piece to them –

A temporary filler,

As they join the plain of a partial reality,

Away from their Rincess lifestyles

And a clueless future,

I want them to be so much more –

Uh-oh,

See how my wants somehow resurface?

Pass me the argyllah

And let me silence these abghas -

Ma a3rif.