Two small pools of water, through which the river looks at the sun, trying to ignore the flies that have not stopped sizzling all day.
The river releases a long sigh before it continues: O sun, couldn’t you show me mercy and spare me the rest of my water, which has become nothing but scattered mud ponds which do not provoke in the seeing eye but sense of resentment and disgust, why do you insist on burning me?
In the past I didn't care much about your heat, when I was stretched endlessly, not even with the amount of water you were evaporating. In fact, I didn't mind feeling your warmth whenever the morning breezes got colder.
The three of us were perfectly fine, me, you and the sky. You've always been giving me back the water you used to take from me during the hot summer days with the arrival of the first winds of winter carrying with them mountains of clouds. Sometimes you were returning water so much that I was overwhelming the nearby villages. I wonder if that's why they changed with me? but I didn't mean to hurt them at all, we all sometimes do things we don't mean if we carry weights we can’t carry.
But isn’t that what you call love, (for good and bad). How does a river know the meaning of love? everything knows the meaning of love. Love is not manifested only by two lovers holding hands. Love manifests itself in two sand grains bound in an infinite sea of sand, with two falling rain drops touching a seed to give birth to a tree, or a sea hugging the mountainside where he throws the troubles of his journey, so his waves can calm down and he goes to sleep. I loved you until I gave you all, I became just a gaunt and pale ghost. Until one day I realized that I don’t possess the required strength or will to follow my path, you took me all until you were full, until you lost the ability to enjoy life, and fell prey to greed.
My trees gave you a shadow if the heat intensified, and a sanctuary if you needed serenity and solitude, or even a hiding place if you were lovers seeking to escape from the eyes of passers-by and the chatter of intruders. It is true that I painted your childhood with mud and dirt, but it brought you happiness. So, why did you paint me with your toxins, even though you know it brings me pain, why did you cut down my trees and scared the lovers and sparrows away. Why did you exhaust my water and forced the turtles, frogs and fish to immigrate, don’t you know that soon you too will leave?
Because I am too weak now to grant you the things I used to grant in the past.
but what saddens me the most is that I will stay, the places do not leave with the departure of their owners, but remain alone forgotten, mourning their past silently.
The river releases a long sigh before it continues: O sun, couldn’t you show me mercy and spare me the rest of my water, which has become nothing but scattered mud ponds which do not provoke in the seeing eye but sense of resentment and disgust, why do you insist on burning me?
In the past I didn't care much about your heat, when I was stretched endlessly, not even with the amount of water you were evaporating. In fact, I didn't mind feeling your warmth whenever the morning breezes got colder.
The three of us were perfectly fine, me, you and the sky. You've always been giving me back the water you used to take from me during the hot summer days with the arrival of the first winds of winter carrying with them mountains of clouds. Sometimes you were returning water so much that I was overwhelming the nearby villages. I wonder if that's why they changed with me? but I didn't mean to hurt them at all, we all sometimes do things we don't mean if we carry weights we can’t carry.
But isn’t that what you call love, (for good and bad). How does a river know the meaning of love? everything knows the meaning of love. Love is not manifested only by two lovers holding hands. Love manifests itself in two sand grains bound in an infinite sea of sand, with two falling rain drops touching a seed to give birth to a tree, or a sea hugging the mountainside where he throws the troubles of his journey, so his waves can calm down and he goes to sleep. I loved you until I gave you all, I became just a gaunt and pale ghost. Until one day I realized that I don’t possess the required strength or will to follow my path, you took me all until you were full, until you lost the ability to enjoy life, and fell prey to greed.
My trees gave you a shadow if the heat intensified, and a sanctuary if you needed serenity and solitude, or even a hiding place if you were lovers seeking to escape from the eyes of passers-by and the chatter of intruders. It is true that I painted your childhood with mud and dirt, but it brought you happiness. So, why did you paint me with your toxins, even though you know it brings me pain, why did you cut down my trees and scared the lovers and sparrows away. Why did you exhaust my water and forced the turtles, frogs and fish to immigrate, don’t you know that soon you too will leave?
Because I am too weak now to grant you the things I used to grant in the past.
but what saddens me the most is that I will stay, the places do not leave with the departure of their owners, but remain alone forgotten, mourning their past silently.
Support Mohamad Omari
