Her Winter Story

It was a normal day of that winter like any other. She finished her classes, waved her goodbyes to friends and waited for mother to hold her heart back home. The sun was setting behind the thick gray clouds. The sky was a celebration of a mute orchestra of orange and grayish shades, and the winds conducting the symphony of silence... The streets were shallow welcoming the arriving night... Her soul was the sole light of that street... Time started to choke matching the escalating beats of her heart... Eyes swaying across in wonders... Screaming for an existence to hold her trembling soul... The winds slapped her face with cold palms.. That was enough for the streams of her salty river to gently glide on her cheeks...
The oceans within were splashing with terror... The depth of her core had something to say...
She looked up.. Setting her soul free... The chains were too heavy to carry... Her soul felt home somewhere else.. That sparkle in her eyes reflected what she witnessed... It was a moment but enough to last a lifetime...  Soon mother arrived...held her heart..  But she can tell... The heart wasn't the same... Wondered in silence... Kissed her... Kept on holding with a gentle prayer...
The girl knew! That someday... Some how...
She'll be home again...

PS: A true story inspired by one of the most precious lights in my life... Zeinab Aldilati...
Much love...

Untamed Heart

Time flies by so quickly carrying along great memories, precious ones that pass by so swiftly like a sweet spoon of honey added to a hot cup of red tea, dissolving so perfectly yet instantly. You can no longer see, but the taste can strongly be felt. Soon it's taste fades away like a divine setting sun on the plains of your tounge, and soon what the cup had to offer gets exhausted. But that feeling of sweetness wrapped in such warmth, becomes an unforgettable part of your own. I tried to hold on to that feeling but that sense of possessiveness soon killed it's essence, what I could do was to let it go and pass it on. I had to keep up with the speeding train of sweetness and at often times the bitterness of time which made it even sweeter. My only leap of faith was to plant down these memories into the soil of time and watering them with thoughts that I owned. Watching that little seed transform into a giant tree, carved with scripts that held the hidden secrets unleashing the untamed horses of our hearts...