When Friday Came

So it's Friday already. It met me way to early. I sunk in the couch with a cup of tea in my hand. I got hooked to lipton ever since I discovered that it.. Well, let's just say it's beyond magical at night. So it got very cold before I could take another sip. It was midnight: silence was so loud, the breeze was infiltrating the peace that lies in between unbonded particles; making both my tibia and fibula to press against the pair of bones in my other leg all in my futile attempt to keep warm. I couldn't sleep neither could the light bulb, which gave me a contemptuous look as if it was saying “Dude, it's past your bedtime!!”. But this isn't about me nor giving my body and mind it's due right. This isn't about me at all. Nothing really is about us.

It's funny how our mind weave ideas and we find ourselves painting the world with the little we possess. How wonderful will it be the day we really learned to draw an empty canvas which is so heavy that would make the whole world to come together and lift it up. Of course this might be the first time and it won't be for the Cameras nor breaking the Guinness World Record. As the old rules goes: “You can only be truly happy by helping others” for Allah's sake and expect nothing in return. Not even a thank you. But first, we have to learn to entertain that idea.

Abu A'ish Mk Albani