Prayer of light
I came upon some prayers in my religious readings, mostly from the Islamic and Christian faith. Below I have combined some of these prayers. We, and the whole kingdom, have entered a new day all belonging to Allah. O Allah, begin it for me with obedience to You and end it for me with Your Forgiveness and Good Pleasure. Grant me in it a good deed which You accept from me, purify and double its reward. Any bad deed I do, forgive it for me. Truly, You are Forgiving, Merciful, Kind, and Generous. O Allah, show me the truth as truth and guide me to follow it. Show me the false as false and guide me to avoid it. Guide me in your truth and teach me, for you are God my Savior, and my hope is in you all day long. O Lord, my God, help me to trust you with my decisions and...
Read MoreThe J.-magic: A different kind of “tail”!
I was in the dark for too long and at some point, I thought I was already beyond saving. I used to be such a romantic but then life just lost meaning. Yet, today I’m not writing about that. I’m writing about this girl, J. We were in the same class during high school, so many years ago, that it feels like an eternity. She was a close and a dear friend. In the graduation year, our school took us outside the country, for a trip near the sea. In front of our hotel, there was a guy who sold things like lighters, cigars and so on. Among the things he had, I really liked a keyholder, attached to something that appeared to be a squirrel tail. Touching it gave rise to a weird scratchy feeling. I bought it and gave it to J. She was so happy to receive it. It was something...
Read MoreForget me not…
“…Sending you forget me nots To help me to remember…” Patrice Rushen Friday evening. I’m sitting on the gigantic stone wall that faces the sea. The echoes generated by the water waves falling slowly on the wall, reach down my soul. I pull out the green lighter, with a “Peace” cigarette on my mouth. After a couple of tries, the lighter finally produces a beam of fire. It’s the lighter she gave me. I inhale deeply. Yeah. I guess, it’s going to be one of those nights. How long does it take to forget someone? That has been the preferred topic of poets, forever. Personally, I’m unable to forget. Inside me, all the fire repeats itself. In me, nothing is extinct nor forgotten. Like a poem by Neruda. Yet, I have discovered that once I write, I can get over the memory and...
Read MoreCigarettes After Sex
1. I asked her if she liked, Cigarettes after sex, She said, “Ufff, I hate smoking” I said, “Wow, Slow down girl, I’m asking about the band” She laughed at the way, I twisted my words, With double meaning, Like a blue devil. 2. I had painted in her mind, A picture of us smoking, After potentially having sex, But she hated smoking, And she might hate the sex as well, I thought to myself, But that won’t be anything new, Would it? All there remains is Despair, As an answer to the existential dilemma. 3. We made mad love that night, Without strings attached, And we had a lot of “Cigarettes after Sex”, Before, during and after it. 4. Bukowski was right, Poetry is what happens, When nothing else can happen, When all you can do, Is to try to melt your submission, Inside...
Read MoreWho can I call, when they all fail?
“Isolation is the gift. All the others are a test of your endurance, of how much you really want to do it” Bukowski I been isolated in my room for ten days straight now, without a single world coming out of my mouth. I text, occasionally, just to remind myself that I still know the words and that the world, outside of my room, is still spinning, just the same. Here inside though, the clock has stopped. At 01:00 p.m. on a November Monday, just like that. I woke up one morning, and nailed the thickest cover I had on the window. Yeah, that probably means that I’m going to have to pay something extra, by the time I’m going to move out, but at least I’m going to live here, in my terms. No light from outside is going to enter. It’s...
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