Lost in translation

I've always wondered. Why you walked towards it. That fire in the distance. Even though you were told it would burn you. Something must have got lost in translation. Sparks of ember had you trapped in a trance. You thought you could handle it because after all it was only a quick glance. But what…Read more Lost in translation

Paper and coins. 

Paper and coins. Coins and paper. You search for these despite the stormy weather. In the short winter days, for your rizq, you wished the sun would set later. Yet as the snow piles up outside not once did you glance at those boots of yours; made of leather.  Spring came by. What a beautiful…Read more Paper and coins.